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... ears likely still ringing from the concussive force of the high-explosive shell that had vaporized a piece of his mountain.
Instead, he gestured to a rough-hewn bench near the fire.
"Sit," Hakon muttered, his voice hoarse.
Ragnar stood tall, planting his iron-tipped cane into the dirt floor.
Gyda stood at his right, her fox-fur cloak draped over her shoulders, already unrolling a thick parchment scroll of tallies and weights.
Bjorn stood at the door, arms ...
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