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... ocking grin that had been haunting my hands all night, except now it was his turn to feel its weight, to understand what it meant to hold the losing card and discover that fate had a wicked sense of irony.
Byron didn’t say anything at first—couldn’t, really, because speech requires functioning cognitive processes and his had apparently taken a brief vacation to process the impossibility currently manifesting on his poker table.
His fingers trembled against the card’s edges, his m ...
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