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... That was the first thing the two Jarls who had refused to kneel noticed—and the thing that unsettled them most.
Ale still flowed. Laughter still rose in waves that rolled beneath the rafters. Someone struck up a drumbeat near the far hearth, and a cluster of warriors answered it with a stamping rhythm that shook the benches. Meat was carved. Hands were slapped together in greeting. The hall smelled of smoke, sweat, and abundance.
But the space around the high table had changed. ...
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