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8. Good Karma Bad Karma i

Sven was tired of losing.

He knew the second the first trap went off. In the daylight, however, his magic was not strong enough to bridge the distance. The unraveling of his trap cut his celebrations short, washing away the taste of sweet revenge from his mouth. He ground his teeth, raging as one by one his traps became undone. At night, their movements ceased. Sven had remained watching, hoping for one of them to slip, and so it happened. Now he had hours until sunrise.

Sven was not aware that Marx had anyone who could match him. As far as he knew, he was the only one on earth who used or knew how to use shadow magic. Whoever it was, he needed them dead and out of the way. 

Littered about his feet were pieces of wood from his bed, the chairs, one nightstand, and half of his vanity. There were also th

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