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’
—
and
a
couple
other
places
I
can
’
t
remember
.
’
The
stranger
stood
up
.
The
boys
closed
in
around
him
.
THIS
IS
UNCALLED
FOR
.
I
SEEK
ONLY
TO
LEARN
.
WHAT
PLEASURE
CAN
HUMANS
FIND
IN
A
MERE
REITERATION
OF
THE
LAWS
OF
CHANCE
?
’
Chance
doesn
’
t
come
into
it
.
Let
’
s
have
a
look
at
him
,
boys
.
’
The
events
that
followed
were
recalled
by
no
living
soul
except
the
one
belonging
to
a
feral
cat
,
one
of
the
city
’
s
thousands
,
that
was
crossing
the
alley
en
route
to
a
tryst
.
It
stopped
and
watched
with
interest
.
The
boys
froze
in
mid
-
stab
.
Painful
purple
light
flickered
around
them
.
The
stranger
pushed
his
hood
back
and
picked
up
the
dice
,
and
then
pushed
them
into
Wa
’
s
unresisting
hand
.
The
man
was
opening
and
shutting
his
mouth
,
his
eyes
unsuccessfully
trying
not
to
see
what
was
in
front
of
them
.
Grinning
.
THROW
.
Wa
managed
to
look
down
at
his
hand
.
’
What
are
the
stakes
?
’
he
whispered
.
IF
YOU
WIN
,
YOU
WILL
REFRAIN
FROM
THESE
RIDICULOUS
ATTEMPTS
TO
SUGGEST
THAT
CHANCE
GOVERNS
THE
AFFAIRS
OF
MEN
.
