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The scent of pine needles was strong in this part of the domed garden, and every now and then, Jack caught the sound of a maintenance bot trimming the grass. None of that registered with him, however; his mind was focused on the chessboard on the small stone table between him and Anna. After having lost one game, he really wanted to win this rematch.
Jack sat forward with his elbow on his knee, his fingertips covering his mouth. His eyes narrowed as he studied the board. “Pawn to A3,” he said. That ought to buy him a little time to think.
The scowl that twisted Anna's face told him it was the wrong move before she even shook her head. “No, no, don't do that,” she said. “Look here, see? My queen on E8 has a direct open file all the way to E4.”
“Yeah…”
“So, if I put my other bishop on
