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I ain't never heardin' of a place called Odin.”
Now Mazda knew. Hillbilly. A fucking hillbilly. If there was one thing that Mazda disliked more than Greeks, it was hillbillies. He grabbed the slack-jawed yokel by the throat and lifted him off the ground, “Not a place. A who.”
The man had a difficult time speaking, “Awho? Who's Awho? Is he at Odin?
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