"My father prohibited gambling," Maggie pointed out.
She distinctly remembered the late Earl's words regarding this topic.
Gambling was a wretched endeavor, a seductive siren song that lured the unwary onto a path of ruin. It was a bottomless pit, swallowing fortunes and futures with insatiable hunger.
Resources, painstakingly accumulated through a man's honest labor, were squandered in a desperate chase for fleeting pleasure.
Lives were upended, families fractured, as hope dwindled with each turn of a card or roll of the dice.
The initial thrill of victory, if it came at all, was soon eclipsed by the crushing despair of loss, fueling a relentless cycle that could only end in devastation.
"When did this gambling house even open and how many of them are there currently?"
