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Chapter Ninety: Optimism
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... pidly dwindling reserves of coffee and coin, and the two face-down cards in front of Amelia’s growing winnings.
“You look like you’re about to be walked to the gallows,” Tomes said with a sympathetic tilt of his head.
“She can’t get lucky three times in a row,” Finella said. She spoke as if she were trying to convince herself rather than anyone else. “She can’t, can she?”
“Believe me, she can,” Dagon intoned, leaning back on his chair and picking his chunky white teeth wi ...
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