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... not changed much in the last twenty-four hours. They woke up, they sharpened their axes, they complained about the damp English weather, and they waited for the order to march on York.
But for the "Order of the Builders," it felt like the sky had turned upside down and rained sawdust.
Ragnar sat on a stump near the supply wagons, watching a young thrall struggle to carry three heavy rocks in a wicker basket. The boy was groaning, his back bent double.
"Inefficient," Ragn ...
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