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... as the coast of Connacht came into view.
Pale sunlight broke through scattered cloud banks like spears of divine judgment, illuminating the grim procession that cut across the waves.
Fifty longships, their sails as brown as the earth of the land surged forward atop the heaving tide. Each prow bore a dragon, or a serpent, or a snarling wolf with eyes of iron and carved jaws foaming with salt.
At their head, like a herald of doom, surged Fáfnirsfangr; the personal drakkar o ...
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