Two hundred words maximum challenge for this one.
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Every piece was in its rightful place, as it was every morning.
The crystal gleamed, casting rainbow patterns over the glass, the board spotless.
In the evening, a game would commence but was never finished as tiredness crept in and the players had to retire.
The two spirits whispered out of the woodwork, checking The Living were indeed out cold as intended by their magic.
‘Let’s see how far they got tonight Sam,’ Will said.
Sam chuckled as they continued the play to a conclusion, then reset the pieces.
‘Works every time,’ he said. ‘They awaken with no memory of playing.’