The Last of the Mythos
Freyja sat atop Hliðskjálf, decked out in Valhallan finery, a tankard of ale in one hand. The ripples in the ale would be a cause for panic had she not already accepted her fate....
Freyja sat atop Hliðskjálf, decked out in Valhallan finery, a tankard of ale in one hand. The ripples in the ale would be a cause for panic had she not already accepted her fate....
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