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Every morning before dawn, she went out and collected swords. She had to be careful, and she had to be quick. At first light all the warriors rose to begin their battle anew.
They spent the nights feasting and drinking, and she was obliged to serve them. She only had a few minutes each day to sneak away and collect her treasures.
Every new moon, the ironmonger would come and buy what she had pilfered, paying her a pittance. She hoarded her iron and her gold, and dreamed of the day when she would finally make enough to escape Ragnarok.

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