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... of them. These were no warriors of the North, no skjaldmær or herfjǫtur.
They were fishers, shepherds, and landfolk who held spears only when necessity demanded.
Yet now they formed a ragged shield wall atop the village’s high hill, the wooden homes below ablaze with fire and panic.
From the dark vale below came the howling; like wolves given form in men. Laughter followed, sharp and cruel.
The cries of women and children echoed up the slope, swallowed by the stor ...
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