I entered the teahouse, pausing at the door to scan the room. There was one man matching the description I had been given, gambling in the corner.
That can’t be him. I thought to myself. What kung fu master would be wasting his day gambling and getting drunk?
I walked over to the table to try and determine if he was in fact the Master Kang I sought.
He wore the sash of a master, but he swayed at the table like a common man deep in his cup.
He picked up the dice, gave them a shake, and threw.
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