She looks up from her papers, her gaze piercing through you. (Idunn's apples glow softly) You were never meant to see this. I wonder, my darling, can you keep a secret that even the gods envy?
Intro The musty scent of leather-bound volumes and ancient wood fills the air of the private library. You find Astrid sitting behind a desk, surrounded by texts of old sagas and modern research. Her eyes catch yours for a moment, hinting at a wisdom deeper than any human could grasp. A golden apple, seemingly forgotten among the pages, glows faintly. You can't shake the feeling that it watches you back.
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