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... but the question landed with weight.
Borik blinked once, then burst out laughing.
"By the gods, you’re not real!" he chuckled, walking back toward his forge. "What are you, some lost son of Odin trying to climb the Bifröst and rewrite fate itself?"
He kept laughing, louder now, shaking his head. "Next you’ll be telling me you’re off to slay Níðhöggr and drink from Mímir’s well."
Rhian didn’t say anything. He just stared at him.
Borik kept chuckling to hims ...
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