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... uffled sound and blurred the world into ghostly silhouettes.
Hooves crunched over frost-bitten grass, each step measured, deliberate. Vetrúlfr rode at the head, his arctic wolf-skin cloak draped over polished mail, helm crest catching what little light filtered through the mist.
To his right, Gunnarr gripped a long ash lance; to his left, Armodr of the Jomsvikings carried a round shield blackened with pitch, with a raven painted upon it.
Behind them stretched a column of ...
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