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... ng a half-starved dog through the freezing slush.
One of them held a wooden sword, swinging it wildly at the biting wind. Their tunics were threadbare, patched with mismatched scraps of rabbit fur.
Ragnar stopped, his gloved hands tightening over the silver head of his cane.
What am I doing here? He looked around at the turf-roofed longhouses, the smoking fire pits, the miserable, freezing squalor of the Viking age. This was the land he had bled to escape. It was nothing ...
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