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[Sören]

He barked laughter. “I know enough of the why, and I do not wish him to feel better for it,” he said grimly. For the other betrayal he said nothing. By virtue of its enacter it was a less certain thing, doubtless intentional at all, though that didn’t forgive the theft. Nimeda would not be able to explain it, if she even remembered the next time he saw her in the Unseen World. Thalia was likewise unlikely to have any great insight into her new possession. Yet the volcanic depths of Sören’s anger were not soothed by the knowledge of its innocence.

He downed the last of his drink. “The Ouroboros. The Saṃsāra. There’s no escaping the wheel of fate. Ever doomed to repeat the same mistakes.”