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... ough the marble bones of the celestial halls like the slow rhythm of an ancient heart, gilding everything it touched in liquid gold. Rivers of song wound through the air, carried by choirs unseen. Yet beneath all the beauty lay a silence—a hollow between each divine note, a fracture that none dared name.
At the peak of the heavens, where the tips of Yggdrasil brushed the edge of eternity, Odin Allfather stood alone.
The wind up here was older than memory, thick with the scent of ...
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