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There is a group of merchant class gambling boys that once a month have a stranger visit them for a game. He talks oddly and doesn’t move right, they’ve all noticed that he wins a lot. Not that they mind because they’ve started to also notice that they have the strangest luck the week after and that their brandy never seems to empty when he sits with them in their club. All he seems to want to know in return is how to play a different game each week. After the first time the owner of the establishment gave them a look of confusion when they tried to explain about their visitor that they for some reason couldn’t describe despite having spoken with the man for several hours, they all kept their mouths shut there after. Even when he didn’t come, they still laid a hand of cards out for him. They’re still not sure then either why, but the brandy tastes better if they do. [x]

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