“The king keeps the board,” Silas said, sliding another stack of chips into the pot. “Your call, Val.”
Silas’s smile flickered. “Fold? You’ve got half the pot in already.” faro scene crack
Three nights ago, a disgruntled dealer named Molesey had sold him a secret: the faro table had a hairline fracture in its rosewood surface, running from the "Queen of Spades" box to the edge. If you knew the crack, you could feel the slightest tug on the cloth—a tell from the table itself. The dealer, when sliding the losing cards into the box, would unconsciously avoid the crack’s rough edge. The card that never crossed the crack? That was the one that stayed. “The king keeps the board,” Silas said, sliding