The Crown of Peace
ACT ONE: THE VETERANS' HALL The jazz music drifted through the cracked windows of the Veterans' Mutual Aid Society on East 43rd Street, a bright irreverent sound that had no place inside the room where men sat around a scarred wooden table playing the most important game of their lives. Tom McCarthy adjusted the leg of his wheelchair and studied the board. His Death Knight sat in the center of...
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