Nothing changed in Albedo's countenance. He stared at Klavier for a moment longer than necessary, abstractly analyzing the man's visual reactions to process for later. An exhale almost like a sigh, and then Albedo adjusted the game again. He resteadied his gaze on the other, then rolled his hand. Your turn. Let's see how clever you can be.

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