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Ivy held the ivory piece in her hand and felt a surge of jealousy. This chess piece could simply ignore the same path everyone else took and could slip diagonally between the patterns, like a child who coloured outside the lines to design their own picture.
She was a prodigy, they said, but her life felt more like that of a pawn than a bishop, always following the path that her parents had set. She had no choice, but at four years old, who did? She popped her lollipop back in her mouth and moved the bishop to knight 2.
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