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Chapter 12
If any family"s hamingja seemed cursed by the hidden, bad actions of an ancestor, it was the Grímssons". Loke and Esja had lost their parents to a house fire when they were both still young kids. He was cursed with randomly being pulled through portals when he stepped through doorways. And his sister was plagued with a chronic illness that I wasn"t sure if anyone had even tried to diagnose. So after bidding Haraldr farewell, I headed south, downhill from Villmark to the collection of dairy farms that clustered there. The road became a track of wagon wheels, and where I turned off that track, I followed what was little more than a footpath. But that path led into a hollow nestled between two ridges of rolling green hills dotted with grazing cows. Then I saw the house, still a jarring si
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