I’ve always had a lingering fascination with chess. I remember from a young age owning lots of chess sets—not initially to play, but just to meticulously set up and study. I proudly placed each piece, knowing where the knights and bishops went, and knowing that the queen goes on its matching colour square, whilst the king goes on the opposite. As the sa…
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