In the north Pennines, there is a small hill, just off to one side of the main path. A solitary ash stands on the top of it, and over the years no one has paid much attention to it.
A Viking chieftain lies buried under it, with his armour and his sword and the treasures that he plundered.
Do not spend time there, especially when the sun has set. You do not have to worry about the Viking, but you do have to worry about the thing which he robbed from which has hunted him over centuries and thousands of miles, and which is close now, very very close.
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