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Not the feast table. Not the war-table laid with bone-handled knives and spilled ale. This was the table of work—oak planks darkened by years of charcoal smudges, knife scores, and ink stains. A table that had held maps when Skjoldvik was a ring of timber and mud, and still held maps now that Thorsgard had become a living thing with veins of rail and ribs of wall.
The air in the chamber was warm with furnace-breath. Somewhere below, bellows sighed. Iron sang. Men shouted measur ...
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