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It felt like the whole hall had leaned forward to listen to the shape of the future.
Six foreign Jarls stood in the center of Skjoldvik’s throne room, each one measuring the distance between himself and the boy on the bone throne, each one recalculating what pride cost when walls were this high and ships were built like storms.
Anders did not move.
He sat back against antlers fused with silver and gold, the bear skulls on the armrests staring forward with rub ...
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