Hades
Niflheim, Gray pine trees blanket rolling hills and rocky bluffs, and thick mists coil around their trunks.
The case is being handled by a middleaged woman in a simple uniform with her young male assistant
who are not doing so much for solving it
and somewhat willing to share details.
At the scene of the crime is a verse from a poem, written with intestines laid out in beautiful cursive - it has
a connection to that deep rumble, that you might hear coming from below the surface of the paved roads from time to time.
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