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... ing through the stone like the voices of the dead.
Snow lay in heavy drifts along the wharves, but the harbor was not silent.
Knarrs lay moored side by side, their hulls fat with ransom silver, plunder, and steel drawn from every forge Vetrulfr could command.
Smoke rose from the longhouses on the slope above, their fires banked against the endless dark.
The fjord seemed a place outside the world of men, a lair where wolves licked their wounds and sharpened their f ...
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