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Oðin's Treasures, Woodland Depth in Dust: I know the earth in softened form, A forest weight both deep and warm. Its savory pull runs dark and slow, With roasted notes that steadily grow. No flame it bears, no sweetness calls, Yet richness gathers as it falls. In broth and sauce its strength is found, A quiet depth drawn from the ground.
