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Settling an Old Score
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When the Master proposed that they settle their dispute like gentlemen, he'd expected the worst. A mind-bending duel to the death, perhaps, or tactical nukes at twenty paces. He'd been most relieved when his old rival suggested a game of Scrabble instead, but now he was expecting the worst again.
There'd been that brief shining moment when he'd got "Exxilon", until his opponent pointed out that it wasn't in the official Scrabble dictionary. He'd had to settle for "exile" instead. That hurt.
The Master placed his tiles one by one, smirking cruelly. "Quarry", he announced, "on a triple word score."