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Ricordando il passato The god of mischief walked in the palace of Asgard in absolute silence. He hadn't left his room for days and he could feel everyone staring at him as he walked in the hallways. Oh ephemeral soul you conceal yourself in the depths of deception, who have you continued to wait for in the deserted forest? He wore a black cloak around his armor instead of his usual green colors, now he was dark. No mischiefs to play... no pranks or tricks. Not even words of silver tonque as he walked down the stairs. He walked down the stairs to silent corridor that had no people or curious eyes staring at him. He couldn't care of peopl