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... like damned souls overhead, and the sea slapped the hull with familiar, frothing contempt.
But to Asser, known by the Norsemen as Svan Óláfsson, something about Vestmannaeyjar felt wrong. Or rather, too right. Too ordered. Too quiet.
Once, these islands had been little more than clustered hovels of driftwood and turf, with seal fat burning in crude lanterns and fishermen hawking cod by the handful.
Now? Now the docks were reborn; squared timbers cut clean, lashed with wh ...
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