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Odin and the Tower
Poetry & ProseBy Harry S AOR
Nothing could escape Odin’s eye when he sat in his High Seat of Hlidskjalf. He would cast himself onto its velvet upholstery, and let his mind move over all the worlds. One particular day, not so long ago in the memory of our people, he sat there and gazed over the multiverse.

Donar Chant
Deities & Lore, Poetry & ProseBy Juleigh Howard Hobson AOR
For Hallowing the house and hall
And every one who comes to call
An iron nail is in the wall.
Hail Thor!