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Chapter 14 I walked with Loke and Thorbjorn back to Villmark, then continued on alone back to Runde. My head was in a whirl, but it was a whirl of dead ends. I believed Ralf and Keith Sorensen when they said they only planned to torch the bridge and hadn't even stayed awake long enough to get that done. I believed Solvi that he had only wanted to share his art with the world, even if it was a world that he himself would never walk in. What a strange and lonely feeling that must be. My fondest wish for years was to see my art in a book in a bookstore, to see people take it down and page through it and show the illustrations to each other. I couldn't imagine never knowing if what I did ever brought anyone any joy. But Solvi, spending his days apart from even his quiet community, clearly