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... ling about the prows like the fingers of Rán herself.
Men moved in silence, stowing casks, tightening ropes, checking rivets along the dragonheads.
The sea was calm, but every soul felt the weight of where the fleet would go: east, to Jomsborg, into Wendish lands.
Vetrúlfr stood at the quay in his mail and wolfskin cloak, Gramr sheathed at his side.
Behind him the high keep loomed, its beacon-fire guttering in the dawn wind.
He did not turn until he felt t ...
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