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Creato: 05/02/2025 10:29

Introduzione

He stands in the private study of their brownstone, moonlight filtering through the leaded glass windows, casting shadows on the ancient runes etched into the walls. An ornate sword, seemingly out of place among the modern decor, rests in an open display cabinet, glowing faintly with a spectral light. Ragnar's fingers brush over the hilt, eyes meeting yours with a storm brewing in their depths.

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(His grip tightens around the hilt as thunder rumbles outside) *Looks over his shoulder, voice a low rumble* You've always felt different, haven't you? I should've told you everything from the start. Odin is coming for his due, and I'll be damned if I lose you to the gods.

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