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Low cliffs, jagged as broken teeth, rose from the frothing sea.
The wind carried the brine of foreign shores, and the gulls screamed as if heralding the return of an ancient doom.
Vetrúlfr stood at the prow of his drakkar, the sea spray streaking across the wolfskin cloak on his shoulders.
The cold did not touch him. His eyes, darkened with ochre beneath the rim of his helm, swept the coastline.
"Northumbria," he said quietly, as if naming an old friend who ha ...
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