The edges of the dice were rounded and worn yet still tumbled as before. They had seen the old man win and lose over the years, now however, things felt different. His hands were somehow slower, and their age had bent and curved his fingers. Pulling dollars from his wallet had become painful.
He had been on the downward side of the hill before, but this felt new, like a place he’s only heard about, and he didn’t really care for it. He needed to start winning again. He desperately needed to rebuild his financial cushion and finally leave the game for good.
What he hadn’t considered was his old pocket watch informing him his time was up.
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