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Ten years ago, my quiet dad ran a tiny pool hall. Before that, he was Southvale’s legend—the Cue King. He hung up the cue to protect what mattered. Now slick relatives bait his kid into a rigged hustle, debts stack, and impossible racks keep showing up. Dad plays dumb until the last second—then the break hits different. Lines get crossed, secrets slip, and the table stops breathing. Who really set the trap?