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The Evolution of the Casino

We sit and take our chances, watching the invisible Master do the mysterious work. We supplicate noisily with our dollars pasted on the prayer wheel. We know how once this was a sin, making material prayers to alter the world against the master's own instruction. We once did it in a hall of danger, unprotected; but we are now free. The commandments are swept away. What was once sin is now sport.

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