In the dim and distant future of Eons to come, or the fading light of epochs past, the Game is always played. And a Game that starts must end. This time- in the present Endgame, the lone King is finally confronted by the newly-arrived Queen, summoned by the promotion of the lowest ranking Pawn.
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