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... in the wooden shutters.
He stretched his broad shoulders, feeling the satisfying pull of muscles still warm from sleep, then pulled on his rough tunic and boots.
Without delay, he strode out toward the tribe center, his long strides eating up the dusty path.
The central square was already stirring with early risers, women balancing baskets on hips, men hauling tools toward the fields, children darting between legs.
Ragnar stopped in the middle of it all, raised h ...
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