Who will be the chess master?

Dracula stared at the chessboard, tension thick between him and his father, the ancient Count. “Your move,” the old vampire rasped, fingers tapping the table. Dracula studied the pieces, eyes flickering red, contemplating his next move. He advanced his knight, confident. “Bold,” his father smirked, countering with a bishop. The room’s silence grew heavy, the game a centuries-old dance of strategy and pride. With a triumphant grin, Dracula moved his queen, whispering, “Checkmate, Father.”

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