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He touched the surface through the plastic. It was firm, yet yielded under his thumb. The internet, it seemed, had kept its promise.
Arthur hauled it inside. He sliced through the heavy-duty tape, his heart drumming against his ribs. Inside, nestled between dry ice bricks that hissed like angry snakes, was a sleek, black box.
He opened it. There it was: a two-pound cylinder of beef, so perfectly trimmed it looked like art. It wasn't frozen; it was perfectly chilled, smelling of nothing but clean iron and cold air.
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Thursday came with a thunderstorm. Arthur paced the foyer, watching the rain pelt the driveway. At 7:45 PM, a white van splashed to the curb. A courier sprinted to the porch, dropped a heavy, silver-insulated box, and disappeared back into the deluge.
