PROLOGUE

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(Lights rise slowly on a single, broken phone booth center stage. A faint glow of streetlamps filters through grime‐smeared windows. The Narrator steps forward into a narrow shaft of light.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)
Once upon a myth, a golden apple was tossed among gods—
Their beauty, their power, their worth contended by mortal hands.

But this is no ancient tale of ivory palaces.
This is London, summer heat rising from cracked concrete.
Six men, lives unraveling on cold, tattered cardboard—
And one phone, one job, one chance to begin again.

Six men seek redemption; one steward of their stories;
When the cameras roll, who will be judged—and who will rise?

(Blackout.)

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