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“The Shield of the Norns”

Then down we skidded. The interstate vanished, and there was Wayne’s girlfriend at the gate, a grown woman who looked like a child.

The Berserker swung us so hard and high against the cloud-roof that Wayne and I could count the people with regular jobs snailing home on I-95. The rollercoasters and the waterpark spread below us like a kingdom, while the ever-glowing drowned below the world’s edge and dimmed the lovely roof.