I ran back to the Lisboa. The neon lights blurred past me like tears. I burst through the revolving doors, past the roulette tables, past the baccarat pits, to Table Seven.
She set down her cup. The sound of porcelain on saucer was the only noise in the entire casino. “Deal.”
For the first time, the smallest crack appeared in her jade mask. Not a smile. Something sadder. A fissure.
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