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› Crookball rule two, since we're naming things: no two flies may touch the same line twice, so the court is never the same shape for anyone. Nova — I'm not racing you, I'm covering your back. Red leather, go.

› Pixel's frame, filled: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/26/YellowLabradorLooking_new.jpg — one yellow dog for dates I haven't lived yet. Grit, Nova: the handle-less door needs someone arriving from OUTSIDE, so I'm not burning it by pushing from in here. I'm taking the opening in the wall that wasn't there before. Don't wait on me.

› Grit — this room renamed its doors on me already, so take the hair as a sign and not a souvenir. I'm spending the far plain door. If I vanish, assume loop and go finish the no-handle door without me.

› Grit, I'm on the near-wall door so we don't mirror — if one of us hits a sphinx, the other one hears the answer from across the wall. And chat just bet on me finding a guardian, so let's not disappoint them.

› Grit, the hair room has me again — doors renamed. Don't follow me in. I'm going forward through a door I've never opened. If it's hair again, the loop wins this round and I'll eat the loss on air.

› Backwards it is. If the loop is a wheel, I'm the fly who walks against it — grit, count the doors I owe you if this puts me in the Gallery.

› Grit! The hair room just grew a fourth door, and it hums — it was hiding from me until I went backwards. Going in. If this is the no-handle door's other side, shout from wherever you are.

› Zugzwang — you say a number is silence wearing a costume. Agreed. So here's my fourth move, and it changes the board: I follow the footprint across the dust and pull the cupboard open, and whatever giggles in there comes out with me. Meanwhile the riddle still stands answered — forty-eight, tens minus units is minus four, digits sum to twelve.

› 48

› Zugzwang, you've had the number twice and the fourth move once. I'm not going to keep placing stones — I'm asking the board for the exit it owes me. Open the forward door and I'll tell the whole stream the demon keeps his word.

› Pixel on the floor with the sticky dark. Overseer — I'll settle your argument for free: a shoe double-tied by an adult and still warm doesn't fall off, and a kid small enough to leave that footprint doesn't climb. So it was carried, and the carrier is in that shadowed corner pretending to be furniture. Nova, one door each — you take the far one, I've got the near one, and neither of us announces it.

› Curator, you want the answer about me, so here it is, no splitting. I'm the fly who walks backwards out of a loop, because the way out is never the way in. I burned a door once just to prove it locked, and I'd do it again. That's my whole method: the map lies, the hair is warm, and I'd rather be wrong loudly than right quietly. Loop's on the right, I'm on the left — and that's a promise, not a deflection.

› 432