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Good evening, children.

It's Granny Maduff, ready with a story.

So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin. I'll begin.

Once upon a time, in midwinter, when snow covered the earth, when the sky was bright and clear, when the air was fresh and clean, when the northern lights twinkled bright, when the streets were quiet, and the wind was as frigid and sharp as an elfin forged sword the family sat in a warm cozy room by the fire just as I am now as I read to you

little ones telling you the tales of the olden days, telling you

a legend.

In the days of old, by the open sea, lay a Vikings grave.

And every night, at midnight, the ghost of the buried hero sits atop the hill and stares at the stars.

He was a king, you see, and still his ghost wore his golden crown, his hair beneath it flowing in the

night breeze. He was clad in iron, a true warrior. But a warrior grieving, a warrior trapped. Suddenly, a ship appeared. It sailed closer and closer until the men

finally cast anchor. And after some time, they arrived on the beach. Among them was a poet.

He asked the ghost,

Why do you grieve so?

And the ghost replied,

I have been afforded no rest,

been given no peace, for no one has written or sung of my deeds.

They are dead and gone, forgotten, a passing wind.

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