Seven Devils
“You only read encyclopedias or manuals on chess. How are any of the books you looked at anything like that? They’re fiction?”
Clay just smiled, handing the woman his shiny gold card that signified his membership to the bookshop. “Like I said, it was just based off my tastes.”
With that, the young man gave a brief gesture of thanks to the woman, collecting his bag as he made his way out of the shop. Cobble stones fresh beneath his feet and alive with the scent of autumn when he glanced back at his blonde friend. “Let’s head to the orphanage now, shall we?”