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“The dust on his face now turning to mild streaks of mud, where his tears fell, made him seem like an operatic clown character in Pagliacci when he looked at the inscription for the first time. To Alexander, my son, you are our brightest star. Always remember the only future you are ever guaranteed is the one you make for yourself. Willpower, Wisdom and intelligence are the keys—Love Dad Upon reading the words in the ring Alex realized that when he lost in his mental battle. He had given into fate, in all its entropic nonsense. He let it dictate his world. He had surrendered in what he thought was a victory and left himself at the whimsical and incidental forces of chance.”

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Souls' Inverse

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