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What Makes The White King: Harmful Or Powerful?

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The white queen pressed forward and in one mighty swing felled the king’s loyal guard. The king shrunk away, a sense of vulnerability washing over him. Suddenly, one of the kings henchmen lurched forward, sword in hand, appeared behind the king, trapping the ruler. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. The king knew it was over. I tipped over the chess piece in disgust. Another game another loss. This was becoming monotonous. I played chess with my grandfather maybe twice a month and every time I lost. He knew the moves and maneuvers, attacks and counters. But most of all he knew me. “Good game, Chris,” my grandfather said. He got up from his chair, fixed his Eddie Bauer shirt and Renengton Royal tie, and winked “you had a couple good moves, but

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