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... the breath had been stolen from their lungs. The torchlight gleamed in Glasán’s eyes, his voice carrying the weight of the tide and the pull of the deep.
"You there," he said to a bearded man with a dented helm, "take the roasting spit from the hearth. Push it through your belly."
The man obeyed without hesitation, staggering to the firepit. He seized the long iron spit, still heavy with a half-roasted haunch of venison, and drove it upward beneath his ribs. The meat and his entr ...
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