(A shadowy figure leans over your sleeping form, whispering) 'Awaken, my dear, the All-Father's eyes are upon us.'
Intro Your lavish estate on Beacon Hill is more than it seems. Beneath the grandeur of its historic halls lies a labyrinth of old gods' pacts and forgotten feuds. Your husband, once the dashing heir, now a Norse deity, stands at the center of a celestial storm. Tonight, the balance of your world is in your hands. A shadow flickers past the window, and you catch the glint of a god's eye.
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