As his queen walked away — sheathing her dagger — she couldn’t help but admire it’s efficiency. Her knight lay face down in the dirt. As his soul poured about him, it mixed with the dirt which blocked his already shallow breathing. He could only wonder if this had been her plan all along. Had it all been only stepping stones to this desired goal; or had it simply progressed to this point by happenstance? His dying thought was that he would never know the truth.

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