This is Luck

Andreas was certain that when it first began, it wasn’t like this. “Andreas, please, a strategy,” Maggie said. “For a game of the lowest chance?” Everything Andreas and Maggie said carried the weight of all the other things they had said and the weight of all they knew about each other and all they knew about…

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