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... A thin line of skraelingr scouts lay belly-down among grey moss and lichen, faces streaked with ash.
The sea breeze carried up to them the scents of smoke, salt, and something harsher; iron struck against stone.
Below, where once there had been only scattered Norse turf huts and narrow fish-drying racks, a transformation unfolded.
A great hall of stone and whale-bone now rose at the center of a sprawl of smaller longhouses, their roofs smoking steadily through high vents ...
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