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The fires of Odin's stronghold had finally died.
But the world it once ruled now stood in a strange, unsettled silence.
Isla stood on a rise overlooking the ruins. Ash floated like snow around her, painting her dark hair silver. The morning sun cast long shadows across the bloodstained field, where the last loyalists of Odin's regime had either f
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