Yuri nodded, reset the dice, and they played again—two ghosts in a rain-soaked city, chasing a decimal point no one else would ever see.
Leo doubled. Dhruv dropped.
“No,” Leo said, slipping the brass token back into his pocket. “But the awarding body doesn’t care. They’re not here to be understood. They’re here to keep the game honest.” backgammon masters awarding body