Puzzle pieces

The Toymaker suddenly smashed the jigsaw, sending the pieces in four thousand different directions. His face screwed up in anger, his eyes darker than ever, and Stefan felt a chill sweep the realm. 'But to own him,‘ the Toymaker spat out harshly, 'to manipulate him for eternity, to make him pay for the wrong he did unto me aeons ago... that, Stefan that is what drives me.‘

(...)

The Toymaker was frowning at the destroyed jigsaw but, seemingly realising that Stefan was watching, he assumed his usual calm expression. With another click of his fingers, all the pieces rose up and hovered in the air. From a pocket in his voluminous robes the Toymaker extracted a brightly coloured tin.

'Ye Olde English mint humbugs,‘ he announced, and took off the lid. Silently the hovering puzzle pieces poured themselves into the tin, like bees into a honey pot.

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Divided Loyalties, Chapter 9