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... pit swirled up toward the blackened thatch roof, mixing with the smell of unwashed bodies, stale ale, and concentrated resentment.
Jarl Einar stood by the fire, his face flushed with the triumph of his own speech. He had just finished explaining how they would smash the machines, burn the paper mill, and mount the Builder’s head on a spike.
The assembled traditionalists fifty disgruntled Jarls, Huscarls, and former raid-leaders were roaring their approval. They were ready to stor ...
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