The cold winds of Niflheim greet the glow of radiant infernos raging from Muspelheim as old friends, a clashing conversation from the parents of primordial life. A lowly rattle of thin ankles under a gaunt, small frame elicits a shiver within an elder woman’s throbbing joints. Her sharp, rawboned fingers place the Scrabble box onto a worn,
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