It was a bright, sunny day in the city park, as the old man sat at one of the public chess sets, looking over a famous game position. I approached him from the side.
"Paul?"
He paused, his hand hovering above the white queen.
"That's a name that carries a lot of history."
I sat down opposite him.
"You must have expected that someone would come calling eventually?"
He sighed, as he picked up the black king.
"You know what? I actually thought I'd gotten away clean."
I went to explain when he jammed the king into his own vein.
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