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... days of thin rations and thinner sleep.
The march had taken them far beyond any safe measure; deep into lands where the aurora itself seemed to watch, swirling green eyes across a black vault of sky.
Vetrúlfr’s boots cracked through the wind-packed drifts as he led them down the final slope toward their settlement.
Smoke from the longhouse rose ahead, dark against the late winter light. Even that thin column felt like a promise.
At his side trudged Ivar Half-Hand ...
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