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... tench of perfume and tension. The pieces still lay scattered across the marble battlefield, and I could almost hear them whisper: one game is never just one game.
Dorian rose, stiff as a statue cracked down the middle. His hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles bone-white, cufflinks flashing like embers of a fire that refused to die.
"An entertaining match," he said at last. His voice was velvet stretched over iron. "I commend your... audacity."
Audacity. Not skill ...
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