The candle flame turned blue.
Silas stared at the board. The illegal, impossible, third-hand move had broken his connect. The discs rearranged themselves in a blur — the house always corrects a paradox — and when they settled, there were no four in a row for anyone. connect four lustery
“A gambler’s folly,” Silas said, reaching for the photograph of her brother. “You wagered his joy. But you played with your own name as collateral. Fine print. Clause seven of the Lustery codex.” The candle flame turned blue