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... humble fjord nestled beneath the icy cliffs of the Westfjords, it had grown into the heart of a power whose pulse now beat across oceans.
Where once only fishing skiffs bobbed in the tide, now stood a harbor unmatched by any north of Miklagarðr.
The stone piers jutted into the fjord like the ribs of a leviathan, fortified and arched with Norse ingenuity and Eastern precision.
Each was wide enough for a dozen ox-carts, paved with basalt bricks and lined with oiled wooden ...
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