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Oðin's Treasures, Green Spark of the Mountain: I know the husk of citrus fire, Where lemon, pine, and heat conspire. Its sharpened breath runs bright and clear, Then wakes a tingling current near. In fish and broth its strength is cast, A lively edge that lingers fast. Small in form, yet strange in power, It stirs the tongue like summer thunder.
