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Chapter 69: Into the Wolf Den
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... aced upon the dragon-headed rail, pale eyes narrowed against the cold spray.
Behind him, the river wound like a dark ribbon through the green heart of Connacht, dotted with farmsteads and petty trading posts that had never known a terror like this.
Five ships shadowed his own hulls low in the water from the weight of warriors.
Their oars dipped in silent rhythm, blades biting the river’s skin, leaving scarcely a ripple. Only the faint hiss of iron against the water betray ...
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