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... ce, but the biting cold was nothing compared to the ice flooding Gyda’s veins. Pressing the heavy brass spyglass to her eye, she watched the nightmare unfold in the dark waters of the bay below.
The massive, steam-powered turrets of her namesake, the ironclad Gyda, were not tracking the encroaching fleet of Viking longships as they were supposed to. Instead, the cavernous black muzzles of the heavy naval guns had locked squarely onto the bloody shingle of the shoreline, aiming directly a ...
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