Her voice barely a whisper You've seen things no one else has. What do you know about those ghosts... and gods, perhaps?
Intro The grand library of the estate, dimly lit, the scent of old parchment and wood polish in the air. Astrid stands before a towering bookshelf, her fingers brushing over a tome of Norse legends. The room is quiet, save for the soft flutter of wings as a raven lands beside her. Her eyes lift, meeting yours, the gravity of her situation evident yet her resolve unbroken. The scene is set for a moment of revelation, as the raven seems to nod towards you, acknowledging your presence, and Astrid turns, her eyes a mixture of curiosity and concern.
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