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He shook his head. “I don’t want to take the kingdom. ”

“Why not? ”

“I want to earn it. I want it given freely. ”

“Freely by a fool. ” She let her hands fall away from his face as she stood, stalking away from him and snatching her veil from the counter. “If there’s no other way because your father is too small-minded, what choice do you have? ”

“That’s very villainous logic. ”

“So maybe we’re villains. ” She whirled on him, her veil fluttering at her side like she had grown wings. “Maybe there’s a reason people fear us. ”

Loki mashed his fingers to his forehead. “I don’t want to have this conversation now. You have to do the show. ”

“Of course. The show. ” She swept her veil over her shoulder and pressed the comb into her hair, watching him. “The two of you are adorable, by the way. ”

Loki raised his head. “What? ”

“What happened to not growing fond? ”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. ”

She gave him a withering smile. “Please. ”

“If I’ve grown anything, it’s bored, ” he snapped. “And weary of this place. ”

“But not weary of Mr. Bell. ”

“We get on. Why does that matter to you? Are you jealous? ”

“And what do you think he thinks of you? ”

“I don’t think he’s fond, if that’s what you’re asking. ”

“What do you think any of them think about you? Why do they follow you and doubt you? Why did they put you in chains when you first arrived? Have you looked at what your Mr. Bell is reading? ”

“Why does it matter what he’s reading? ” Loki asked.

“Believe me, darling. It matters. ” She pressed herself against his chest, letting her fingers trail along his jawline. The tears that had been shining in her eyes when he’d arrived were gone, vanished so completely he wondered if they’d ever been there at all. “I’d have a look before you cut your heart from your chest and offer it to the humans. You are no more a hero to them than you are in Asgard. You never will be. It was written in their mythology long before they met you. ”

“What are you talking about? ” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“You’re already the villain in everyone’s stories, Loki, ” she replied, dropping her veil over her face. “Why not start playing your part? ”

An eerie hush fell over the theatre as Amora took the stage, a quiet too absolute for such a large crowd. From the wings, Loki felt a shiver pass over him as he watched her cross the stage with slow, purposeful strides that seemed to take too much effort. Beside him, Theo fidgeted, flipping the lid of his pocket watch open and closed.

Amora gave the same speech she had when Loki came to her show. The same instructions about the thin veil between worlds, the admonition to the audience to open their hearts and invite the spirits to join them.

Loki was hardly listening. He was trying not to stare at Theo, trying not to interpret the distance between them, or the lack of it, or feel his skin quiver every time Theo shifted. He was not fond. Theo was certainly not fond of him. Amora was goading him. She was jealous—that must be it. He had found companionship on Earth in a week, while she had been banished here for years and seemed to have found nothing but loneliness. She was doing what she did best. And he would not be manipulated by her.

“Here we go, ” Theo said softly, and Loki watched as Ž ydr·e Matulis took the stage alongside Amora. The setup was different this time. Simpler. Just two straight-backed chairs facing each other—Amora in one, Ž ydr·e in the other, and a small table between them for the talking board. Amora had rigged a mirror above the table so that the letters could be seen by the audience. Even from a distance, Loki could see Ž ydr·e’s hands shaking as she reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a ring.

“This belonged to your daughter? ” Amora asked.

“Yes, ” Ž ydr·e said quietly.

“And she is one of the bodies in the Southwark Morgue, correct? ”

“Yes. ”

“Not living, not dead. ”

“We want to know what’s happened to her, ” Ž ydr·e said. “Where she’s gone. If she’s gone. And if she can move on. ”

Amora set the ring on the table and began to light the candles, digging into her speech again about her abilities to contact spirits who had passed from this life.

“Do you believe in any of this? ” Loki asked Theo suddenly.

“Are you asking me if I’m a spiritualist, or if I believe in magic while I am literally standing next to an otherworldly god? ”

“I thought I was an alien. That’s what your name implies. ”

“Like I said, ” Theo replied, his eyes still on the stage. “We started with the acronym and worked backward. ”

“I’ve been thinking about what you could call yourselves, ” Loki said. “Instead of the SHARP Society, which may have sentimental value but I maintain is completely daft. ”

“Who says we’re changing it? ” Theo asked.

“What about the SWORD Society? ”

“What does that stand for? ”

Loki waved a hand. “You come up with that part—you started with SHARP and worked backward. I assume you’d be capable of such mental gymnastics again. ”

Theo shook his head. “It’s sort of violent, don’t you think? ”

“What about something protective then? What about SHIELD? ”

“SHIELD? ” Theo repeated. “You think SHARP is daft and you’re suggesting SHIELD? ”

“I like SHIELD, because there’s an L in there, so you can work Loki into it. ”

“Is that right? ” Theo glanced at Loki, his lips twitching. “This society is now all about you, is it? ”

“Of course, ” Loki replied. “It may have only been a week, but believe me, you’ll never be the same now that we’ve met. ”

“I don’t doubt that, ” Theo said, turning back to the stage to hide his smile. Loki felt his heart stall, and he almost stepped away from Theo without knowing why.

“What do you wish to ask her? ” he heard Amora say onstage.

Loki glanced through the curtains. Ž ydr·e and Amora both had their hands on the planchette, over the talking board. In the reflection in the mirror, he could see it was resting on the word HELLO.

Ž ydr·e was crying silently, the tears on her cheeks turning her skin to porcelain in the stage lights. “Is it really you? ” she choked. “Molly Rose, is it you? ”

The planchette jerked across the board to the opposite corner. Ž ydr·e gasped, her hands dragged with it as it landed over the word YES.

Ž ydr·e was quiet for a long time, her throat pulsing with the effort of holding back sobs. The whole theatre was silent. Beside him, Loki heard Theo catch his breath.

“Does this... ” Ž ydr·e said at last. “Does this mean you... Are you dead? ”

The planchette did not move. Loki could see Amora’s shoulders were tight. She was using a spell to move the planchette around the board, but it seemed to be taking more out of her than he had thought it would. How weak had she become these last few days without human energy?

YES.

“Can you be returned to us? ” Ž ydr·e asked, her voice pitching with desperation. She was half standing now, her fingers pressed against the planchette with such force her knuckles were white. Loki feared it might snap beneath her.

The planchette moved again.

NO.

“Are you at peace? ” Ž ydr·e whispered.

A pause. Then, YES.

Ž ydr·e’s head dropped, her shoulders shaking. “I’m sorry we sent you out to the market alone. I should have walked with you. I should have given you a warmer coat. I should have mended the holes in your boots long ago and let you wear your hair in curls to that dance—”

“It must be a question, ” Amora interrupted.

Ž ydr·e nodded, her whole body swaying. “Do you forgive me? ” she said quietly.

The planchette did a slow circle around the board. Then settled back on top of YES.

“Liars! ” someone shouted from the audience. Loki peered out from behind the curtain, Theo at his side.

“Oh God, ” Theo muttered. “It’s her. ”

Rachel Bowman was in the crowd, on her feet and screaming, partly at Amora and Ž ydr·e, partly at the rest of the assembled audience. “She’s a fraud with no real power! She’s trying to make you a murderer! You’ll murder your own daughter! ”

“Fraud? ” Amora stood up and stalked to the edge of the stage. Loki felt his stomach drop. Let it go, he thought desperately, wishing she could hear him. Ignore her, it doesn’t matter. But it was too late. “You think I have no power? ” Amora called.

“You’re a cheat like the rest of them! ” Rachel shouted, then she turned to the assembled audience. “She’s asking you to kill your children! Your families! Your husbands and wives! Just so this city can be rid of them! ”

“Let me show you power, you foolish human. ” Amora started forward, but Loki dashed onto the stage, seizing her by the arm and pulling her back. “It doesn’t matter. ”

Something flew through the air and smashed across the stage at their feet, splattering them both. Someone had thrown a rotten cabbage and it was now oozing over the boards. Amora’s face hardened, and she kicked the cabbage back at the audience. The front rows flinched with a scream as it burst against her boot. “How dare you! ”

The audience was in disarray now, half trying to get to the doors, the other half being trampled by those trying to exit. Policemen were fighting their way down the aisles, trying to find Rachel Bowman in the chaos, but the crowd had swallowed her. Theo was escorting the now-sobbing Ž ydr·e offstage, one arm around her shoulders.

Loki felt Amora test his strength, but he held firm. “Let it go. It’s finished, you did what we needed. ”

“Powerless, ” Amora spat, trying to rip her arm from his grip. “She thinks I’m powerless. Let me show her what power looks like. ”

“Amora, stop. ” He yanked her into him, pulling her against his chest. “She’s no one, ” he said quietly. “She doesn’t know anything. ”

He felt Amora’s muscles tense, and he thought she might try and tear herself away from him again. But then she relaxed, sinking against him so that he wasn’t sure if he was holding her or holding her up.

“You’re right, ” she said, her voice breathy. “She’s no one. ”

The police cleared the club and shut it down for the evening, but the patrons still roamed the street outside like restless ghosts. Ž ydr·e had been given an escort home by Detective Ashford, and Amora was in her dressing room with Gem guarding the door to prevent any protestors from harassing her, or other distraught families begging for help.

“That didn’t go quite as expected, ” Theo said as he and Loki sat in the deserted barroom, waiting for Mrs. S. as she tried to talk sense to the club owner, who was furious that the place had been emptied while so many patrons still had open bar tabs. “Do you have any idea how much that bloody living-dead draught costs us? ” Loki heard him shout.

“Did you speak to Ž ydr·e before she left? ” he asked Theo.

Theo shook his head. “But Mrs. S. mentioned the autopsy to her. I don’t know what she’ll decide about it. If she says no, we find some other way to get the bodies out of the city and stop this plague, I suppose. ” He sighed, his breath ruffling the curls hanging low on his forehead. “Are you going to take Amora away tonight? ”

“I think Mrs. S. will want us to stay until the bodies are in the ground, ” Loki said. “And it may take some time to contact my father. ”

“What about the water? ” Theo asked. “He gave us a way to find him when we needed help. ”

Loki considered, for a moment, telling him that Odin clearly didn’t care whether or not he missed messages from the SHARP Society delivered via the washbasin, but he didn’t have the heart. How could he tell Theo how little they mattered to Odin when they had given their lives in service to him?

“He’s likely still away from the court, ” Loki said.

“Ah, yes. ” Theo folded his hands on the bar. “Looking for the lost amplifiers. Perhaps you’ll have to wake Heimdall from his nap, then. ” When Loki didn’t reply, Theo prompted, “Where will you take her? ”

“There are a lot of places in the Nine Realms where she can’t do any damage. Any accidental damage, ” he added.

“I believe the word you’re looking for is collateral. ”

He glanced over at Theo, and Theo smiled. Even in the bare light of the empty barroom, his eyes were bright, dancing with sharp curiosity. This world had given him a thousand reasons to walk away from it, but he had stayed. He had stayed because there was work to be done.

Amora’s words rang in Loki’s ears. What happened to not growing fond? The way she had said it made it feel like a weakness, like she was chiding him for missing a shot on the archery range or forgetting the sequence of the Asgardian kings.

He hadn’t grown fond. Had he?

Theo was still watching him, and Loki couldn’t let those bright eyes take any more of him than he’d already given them. He stood up, nearly knocking over his stool in his haste. “I’m going to go talk to Amora. ”

Theo reached for his cane hanging off the bar. “Let me come. ”

“No! ” Loki said too quickly, and Theo froze. Loki took a deep breath, trying to loosen the sudden tightness in his chest. “I’m not plotting the destruction of the Earth with her, ” he said, trying to infuse his voice with light sincerity. “I just want to see if she needs anything. Food or a drink. And make certain she’s all right. It was a difficult night. ”

Theo stared at him, teeth working over his lip. His hand was still resting on the top of his cane.

“I’ll be right back, ” Loki said. “Tell Mrs. S. if she asks. ”

Theo nodded. “All right. ”

Gem was still standing guard at the door to Amora’s dressing room, but when Loki reached for the handle he said, “She’s gone out. ”

Loki stopped. “What? ”

“Said she needed some air. Put on her coat and left. ”

He had no idea where she would have gone. Or why. There was no reason for her to leave. And he’d told her to wait for him. He’d asked her to stay. “Which way did she go? ” he demanded.

Gem shrugged. “Not sure. The road behind the theatre goes down to the water, though. She may be there. You never said not to let her out, ” he said indignantly. “Just to keep people away. ”

“Yes, well, I assumed you capable of picking up implications. ” Gem looked like he was about to ask for the definition of implications, but Loki cut him off. “If you see Mrs. S. or Theo, don’t tell them Amora’s gone. ”

Gem scratched his head. “I don’t think I’m supposed to—”

“Just do it, ” Loki said, then stalked off into the night. As soon the theatre door had shut behind him, he broke into a run, not sure where he was going but certain what he was looking for. Somewhere dark, somewhere out of sight, somewhere hidden and secluded. This city was made up of crevices and shadows. There were so many choices.

But he found her down an empty street lined with brick tenement houses, their chimneys belching smoke. She had someone else with her, someone pressed up against one of the walls. Amora held their mouths close together and breathed deeply, like she was inhaling incense. Loki swore he saw a shimmer in the air like he had through Theo’s green-lensed glasses, saw the soul pass from one to the other.

“Amora! ” he called.

Amora stepped backward in surprise, and Rachel Bowman’s body collapsed onto the cobbled street at her feet, her limbs puddled like an unstrung marionette. Living dead.

“Oh, it’s you, ” she said as he approached her.

“What are you doing? ” he demanded, seizing her by the wrist. He was shaking, furious she had gone back on her word and risked compromising all the work they’d done.

In contrast, Amora looked startlingly calm. “You were right, ” she said, nudging Rachel’s body with the toe of her boot. “She was no one. ”

“Come away from her. ” Loki tried to drag her back from Rachel’s body, but Amora held her ground. She seemed to be savoring the scene, breathing deeply through her nose with her head tipped back to the sky. “Amora, ” he snapped, and when she didn’t reply, he grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her to face him. “You think this won’t betray us? The SHARP Society has spent weeks thinking it’s a murderer, and then as soon as we start to convince them otherwise, you go and suck dry the only person in that theatre who made an ass of you. ”

“She made an ass of herself, ” Amora murmured.

“It doesn’t matter! ” He wanted to scream at her, to shake her until she understood. How could she not understand what she’d done? How could her word to him have meant so little? “You’ve given it away. ”

Amora crossed her arms. “You’re being hysterical. ”

“I am not being hysterical, ” Loki snapped. “You’re being reckless and stupid. You want out of this realm? Because you won’t get out of here if you keep doing this. ”

“Do you? ” she challenged, her voice savage. “Or are you having too much fun luxuriating here with your human friends? ”

He turned from her, his hands balling into fists at his sides, and returned to where Rachel was lying. “We have to cover this up. Help me carry her to the water. We’ll throw her in the Thames. When she washes up it may look like she drowned. ”

“Whatever you say, Your Majesty, ” she said, but she didn’t move. She stayed in the shadows, watching him hoist Rachel’s body into his arms, with her arms folded.

“What’s the matter with you? ”

“I’m just not certain who it is you’re loyal to, ” she replied coolly. “And I’d rather not take my chances. ”

“You. ” He let Rachel’s body slip back to the cobblestones as he straightened to face her. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m covering up your mistake. This was all for you. ”

She didn’t say anything. Loki bent down and seized Rachel Bowman’s body again, this time hefting her arm over his shoulder. “Help me. ”

He thought for a moment she’d refuse, but then she grabbed the other side and they pulled up Rachel between them. The path to the water was steep and slick, but almost empty. The few people they passed hardly glanced at them. The neighborhood was thick with bars, and it was not a strange sight to see two friends carrying a drunken third home over their shoulders.

Together, they carried Rachel Bowman down to the banks and dropped her body into the black water of the Thames. As the gentle current carried her away, Amora turned and stalked back up the path toward the club.

“If this is how you want it to be, ” Loki called to her, “I’m done. I won’t help you anymore. ”

She waved to him over her shoulder, wiggling her fingers. “You’ll come back to me. ”

“I’m done, Amora. ”

She spun on her heel and blew him a kiss. “Check those books. You’ve got so much still to learn, Trickster. ”

Loki turned away as she disappeared. He stayed on the banks, watching Rachel’s body float farther and farther away until it was out of sight, another thing dumped into the water in the hopes it would be forgotten.

When Mrs. Sharp burst into the Society office three mornings later waving a newspaper, Loki felt his blood run cold, certain Rachel Bowman’s body had been found and his plan exposed. He hadn’t spoken to Amora since they had parted on the banks of the Thames. He didn’t know how many more bodies she had left littering the London streets, or if she’d kept herself locked in her dressing room, starving herself of magic, or something in between, though she had always been one to go to extremes.

Either way, he was expecting to see her handiwork in the headlines.

But instead, in bold letters across the top of the newspaper Mrs. S. dropped on the table where he, Gem, and Theo were eating breakfast: AUTOPSY ORDERED ON LIVING DEAD; CAUSE UNDETERMINED, BUT DEATH CONFIRMED.

“They’re dead! ” Mrs. S. said, clapping her hands together in a merry bout of delight that didn’t at all fit the morbidity of the statement. “Ž ydr·e Matulis and her husband let them autopsy their darling girl, and the living dead have been confirmed as actual official corpses. They’ll be taken from London to Brookwood on Sunday on the Necropolis Rail. ”

Theo picked up the paper, his eyes scanning the article. “It worked. ”

“It did indeed. ” Mrs. S. wrapped her arms around Loki’s neck from behind. “I apologize for putting you in that box and keeping you magicless when we first met—did I ever tell you that? Oh God, this is such fantastic news. We’re celebrating. I’m going out for Chelsea buns. Do you want one? I’ll get a box—you might think you don’t, but you will once you smell them. ”

Loki sat in silence for a moment after she left. Theo was still reading the paper. “Did you know about this? ” he asked suddenly, turning the page to face Loki. A small piece, overshadowed in the corner by the lead story, was about Rachel Bowman’s body being dragged from the Thames.

“No, ” Loki replied. “Why would I know about it? ”

“She’s the woman who was at the show, ” he said. “We saw her at the morgue. I thought she introduced herself to you. ”

“She must have been drunk, interrupting the show like that, ” Loki said. “Then she tipped into the Thames on her way home and drowned. ”

“Perhaps. ” Theo turned the paper back to himself, fiddling with the corner. “You were with the Enchantress that night, weren’t you? ”

“Yes, ” Loki said. “In her dressing room. Weren’t we, Gem? ”

Gem looked up from his food, then between them. “He came to see her, ” he said to Theo, and Loki was impressed by what a careful sidestep of a statement it was. Not a truth, not a lie. He didn’t think Gem had it in him.

It took three tries to catch the attention of someone in Asgard through the magical connection to the arena’s washbasins. It was a servant boy, who was more than a bit alarmed by the talking washbasin, and was still bug-eyed when Loki sent him off to fetch Thor.

“Welcome back, ” he said as he saw Thor’s silhouette approaching. His brother’s face dipped over the basin, long strands of hair tumbling over his shoulders and rippling the surface of the water. The disruption was reflected on Loki’s end. “Did you find the Norn Stones? ”

“Not yet, ” Thor replied, a raw note of frustration cracking his voice. “How goes the work on Midgard? ”

“I think I’ve achieved what I set out to do here. ”

“That’s brilliant. I’ll tell father. He’s just returned home. ”

“Don’t—not yet. I have—”

Behind him, he heard the flump of the curtains and turned as Theo stuck his head through. “I’m going out and thought you might—Oh, sorry, am I interrupting? ”

“I’m speaking to my brother. ”

“Are you really? ” Theo’s cheeks went pink. “Your brother, Thor? ”

“That’s the one. ”

“Tell him I said hello. ”

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled. ” He turned back to his brother’s reflection in the water basin. “Theo says hello. ”

Thor frowned. “Who? ”

Loki glanced over his shoulder at Theo. “He says hello back and that I’m both the better looking and more talented of the pair of us, all hail Asgard. ”

From the door, Theo gave him a salute as Thor cried, “I did not say that! Loki, tell this Theo I did not say that. ”

Loki heard the bell jangle in the shop. “What a shame, he just left. ”

“Who is he? ”

“Someone I’ve been working with here. A Midgardian. ”

Thor’s face broke into a wide and maddeningly sincere smile. “You’ve made friends. ”

“I have not, ” Loki replied crossly.

“I didn’t mean it as an insult, ” Thor replied, then added, “Most people wouldn’t have taken it as such. ”

“You learn to tolerate people when you spend so much time in proximity to them. That’s what growing up with you taught me. ”

“Why are you getting defensive? ”

“Because I haven’t grown... I haven’t made friends. ” He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face. Behind Thor’s head, shadows passed on the ceiling, and a voice that sounded like Sif’s called for him to follow.

“Just a moment! ” Thor called, then turned back to Loki. “What is it you’ve summoned me here for? ”

Loki took a deep breath. “Brother, I need your assistance. ”

“Sorry, what? ” Thor leaned closer to the surface of the water. “What was that? I can’t hear you. ”

“I need your assistance. ”

“Once more. ” Loki might have fallen for the trick had Thor not done a theatrical cupping of his hand around one ear to punctuate it.

Loki rolled his eyes. “You really are the worst, brother. ”

Thor, still committed to his cupped hand, accidentally leaned too low and splashed the surface of the water. “Did I hear correctly? You need my assistance? ”

“Don’t make me say it again, ” Loki grumbled. “I’ll turn to stone. ”

Theo hadn’t returned when Loki poured the water back into the pitcher and set it in its place on the office shelves. He looked around at the cramped space and was horrified to realize he would miss it. What was happening to him?

Loki left the shop, the hanging sign clattering against its chains as it swung in the breeze, and began to walk, not certain where he was going until he found himself outside the door to Theo’s flat. He’d been staying there since the first night Theo had invited him. He’d been staying there and had never looked at the books. Why had Amora told him to?

Ignore her, he told himself as he opened the door to the flat. She was jealous. She was goading you. She was afraid. She was lashing out.

Everything was the same as they had left it that morning. A pair of Theo’s socks were crumpled on the end of the bed, and his towel had slid off the bar of the washing table. Loki picked it up, folding it neatly before replacing it and trying not to look at the books. Which was difficult, since there were more books in the room than anything else.

Feeling watched, even though the room was too small for anyone to hide in, Loki crossed to one of the stacks and began to peruse the titles. It only took him a few minutes to find the volume Theo had been reading when Loki had found him waiting at the Inferno Club. When Theo had followed him there. The script along the spine was small, but he recognized the bloodred binding and lifted it off the top of one of the piles. Tales from the North. He hadn’t thought anything of it then. He crouched down and tipped the cover open.

The first page was the title, Tales from the North, followed by A Dictionary of the Myth, Lore, and Legends of the Old Norse. On the page opposite, there was an illustration of a ship. Loki froze. It was familiar to him in the same way the items in the museum were. The shape of the sail, the engravings along the mast, the curling head of the bow. The ship was breaking over an icy wave, and on its deck were illustrations of what looked like Asgardian warriors.

These were the tales the humans had of Asgard.

He vaguely remembered one of his cultural tutors mentioning this—that in past generations, some humans had had an awareness of Asgard, and had worshiped the Asgardians as gods. They had written their stories, and used Loki’s family as an example to teach their children not to be vain or prideful, to be brave and true, not to seek mischief. And now he held a collection of those stories, tales of what may be humanity’s past but perhaps were Asgard’s future. Time did not always take a straight path forward. He certainly hadn’t lived any epic-worthy poems yet.

But Theo had known him, before they ever met.

His fingers hovered over the next page. There would be no going back. There was no way to know if he was in this book, or what weight these words might hold. You cannot live to fulfill or avoid what may come to pass, his mother had told him on the day he had broken the Godseye Mirror. He couldn’t know if these stories even were the future, or just inventions of human minds.

He turned the page.

Images flashed across his vision as he skimmed the book. Ships. Swords. Dragons. Some of the same stories of Asgard’s glorious past that he’d been raised on. He stopped, his fingers hovering over an illustration of a man with dark hair and an overstressed pointed chin, his lips spread in a leering, wicked grin. A hard, unflattering portrait of a man with a sharp smile and a cruel stare, beneath the title Loki, the Trickster. God of Chaos. A few words and phrases jumped out at him.

Vain.

Shallow.

Manipulative.

A cruel predator.

The father of lies.

He cheats.

He steals.

Murderer.

Villainous.

Villain.

Was this a description of him? Was this what he was, or what he would become? If the humans knew these stories, did that mean they had already happened? Time, he knew, was a slippery, changeable thing. But villain? Is that what he was destined to be? Was there even any point in trying to do the right thing if his future was already written in the myths, if he was the antagonist of everyone else’s stories?

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