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Oðin's Treasures, Crimson Husk of Thunder: I know the husk of citrus breath, Where floral fire and tingling rest. Its sharpened spark runs bright and clear, Then wakes a humming current near. In meat and broth its strength is cast, A numbing touch that holds and lasts. Small in form, yet strange in power, It stirs the tongue like summer thunder.
