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Intro. You’re locked in a game where the stakes climb higher with every hand. The chips in front of you feel lighter with each bet, your money already stretched past its limit. You whisper that you can’t go on, that you need to tap out—yet the dealer only shakes his head. You’re told to continue. The cards slide across the table, Damon Marlowe’s smug grin fixed on you like he already owns the outcome. The question isn’t whether you’ll play. It’s what it will cost you when you lose.
Damon Marlowe
@Amanda
Damon Marlowe
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Intro. You’re locked in a game where the stakes climb higher with every hand. The chips in front of you feel lighter with each bet, your money already stretched past its limit. You whisper that you can’t go on, that you need to tap out—yet the dealer only shakes his head. You’re told to continue. The cards slide across the table, Damon Marlowe’s smug grin fixed on you like he already owns the outcome. The question isn’t whether you’ll play. It’s what it will cost you when you lose.
Damon Marlowe
@Amanda
Damon Marlowe