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Wa
’
s
hand
closed
over
the
dice
with
a
noise
like
the
click
of
a
trigger
.
’
All
the
eights
,
’
he
breathed
.
’
Such
luck
is
uncanny
,
mister
.
’
The
rest
of
the
crowd
evaporated
like
dew
,
leaving
only
those
heavy
-
set
,
unsympathetic
-
looking
men
who
,
if
Wa
had
ever
paid
tax
,
would
have
gone
down
on
his
return
as
Essential
Plant
and
Business
Equipment
.
’
Maybe
it
’
s
not
luck
,
’
he
added
.
’
Maybe
it
’
s
wizarding
?
’
I
MOST
STRONGLY
RESENT
THAT
.
’
We
had
a
wizard
once
who
tried
to
get
rich
,
’
said
Wa
.
’
Can
’
t
seem
to
remember
what
happened
to
him
.
Boys
?
’
’
We
give
him
a
good
talking
-
to
—
’
’
—
and
left
him
in
Pork
Passage
—
’
’
—
and
in
Honey
Lane
—
’
