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“I’m winning,” she corrected, not looking up. “Pull up a chair.”

She clicked a pair of bamboo twos. Clack. They vanished with a satisfying thwip sound. Then a pair of north winds. Then two red dragons, their aggressive little faces smiling as they dissolved into the digital ether. pch games mahjongg

Outside, her grandson Leo’s car pulled into the driveway. He was here to “help her clean up the hard drive.” But Eleanor had other plans. “I’m winning,” she corrected, not looking up

“Dead board,” Eleanor whispered.

Two tiles left. Both were the same: the white dragon, a blank rectangle with a blue border. They should have been a match. But they were stacked vertically, the bottom one locked beneath an unplayable orphaned tile from a misclick twenty moves ago. They vanished with a satisfying thwip sound

The board thinned. Fifty tiles. Thirty. Twelve.