But she hasn’t felt such professional rage for years; she doesn’t know when it all left her. There’d been too many memories to take on, too many people to care for, too much city to watch over for her to nurse a grudge with an old man who trafficked forbidden magic to forgotten souls in Old Town. Does that mean she’s changed? Does it matter? Like any good Jungian, she knows she is carried along by something greater than herself.
