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Valentin wiped his brow. The air was thick with cigar smoke and the sour perfume of desperation. Across the table, Silas Crane smiled. It was the smile of a man who had already counted the winnings.

Silas Crane opened his mouth to speak. When he did, only moths flew out.

Crack.

Silas saw it. His face went white. “That’s not yours.”

The Faro card sat in the center of the felt, a gilded king with a dead man’s stare. For three hours, it had been the pivot. Every bet, every whispered wager in the back room of The Drowned Owl, circled that single image. faro scene crack

And the faro scene cracked clean in two—one half a smoky backroom, the other a stairwell descending into a place where the house always wins.

Valentin looked at his own cards. He wasn’t playing the hand. He was playing the crack. Valentin wiped his brow

“I’ve got a headache,” Valentin lied. He stood up, and the chair scraped. Every eye followed him. He walked to the faro case on the wall—the ornate box where the house kept the spare decks—and ran his finger along its brass hinge. It was a nervous habit, they thought.