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... alted by the sea and heavy with the tang of tar and pitch.
Along the docks, ships bobbed restlessly, their dragon prows cutting fierce silhouettes against the pale dawn.
Ropes creaked, sails slapped in lazy gusts, and gulls wheeled overhead, their shrieks swallowed by the clamor of men preparing to sail.
Vetrúlfr stood at the water’s edge, boots planted on damp planks slick with brine. Around him moved a tide of warriors; men hauling crates of dried fish, barrels of fresh ...
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