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An almost abnormally large raven fluttered to the branch of a tree. Hugnin was his name - he preened himself a bit, settling on the branch, until he was joined by his brother Munnin.
The master was here. He knew then and they knew him; they were his eyes, they served him and in return they ate the eyes of the sacrifices.
Once, long ago, there were a thousand corpses swinging in the breeze, bloodied, bloated, swaying with the winds.
Now there was nothing on the tree, nothing but the scent of the living.
Odin's eyes have arrived; the one-eyed god can truly see.
The master was here. He knew then and they knew him; they were his eyes, they served him and in return they ate the eyes of the sacrifices.
Once, long ago, there were a thousand corpses swinging in the breeze, bloodied, bloated, swaying with the winds.
Now there was nothing on the tree, nothing but the scent of the living.
Odin's eyes have arrived; the one-eyed god can truly see.