![]() ![]() ![]() Perhaps I could make him follow and either get him out of bounds or make him look down, giving me a moment to strike. If he wanted to create a rift between us, canceling twenty years of camaraderie, I could at least respond in kind. He might be the prince, but this was the only activity at which I exceled. I licked salt from my lips and retreated, adjusting my path along the piste to throw him off balance. I’d won twice before now, he the time before, and so on. Hamlet lunged, a touch of aggression this time. The room smelled of sour dust, the clatter and squeak of boots over smooth floor the only sound. Sweat streamed down my back under the suit and slicked my gloved hand. ![]() Across from me, Hamlet was a featureless monster clad in white. ![]()
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