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... s a cruel liarl; the ice merely shifted, cracked, and sighed beneath its own weight, whispering of thaw, yet never yielding.
Vetrúlfr moved at the head of the small column, wolfskin cloak drawn tight over his shoulders.
Beside him, the pale mane of the beast still clung to old blood, wind-matted and stiff. His breath billowed in slow, controlled clouds. He savored the burn in his lungs.
Six men trailed behind him, hardened Northmen whose beards still clutched frost like g ...
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