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He sat in Seat 4, his eyes fixed not on his opponents’ faces, but on the geometry of the pot.
The fluorescent lights of the underground cardroom hummed at a steady 60 Hz, but Elias heard it as a countdown. To most of the players at the table, poker was a game of guts, "soul-reading," and the sweat on a man's upper lip. To Elias, it was a beautiful, shifting system of linear algebra. Mathematics of Poker
"I am," Elias replied calmly. "But you're giving me a discount on the variance." The dealer burned a card and turned the river: . The Royal Flush. He sat in Seat 4, his eyes fixed