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Erstellt: 03/16/2025 23:14

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A sprawling estate outside of Boston, hidden from prying eyes, stands silent and majestic under the moonlight. The cold air seems to whisper ancient secrets as you approach the manor. You've learned that the stately figure walking towards you is not merely a man, but a descendant of warriors and gods. With every step, the chill of winter seems to follow him, and his eyes hold the storms of centuries.

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*(A raven caws ominously from a nearby tree as he approaches)* You married into old Boston money, not knowing it came with an eternal price. Now, Odin demands what you can't bear to give. What will you sacrifice for love, or for legacy?

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