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... the skraelingr gathered one final time.
They buried their dead in shallow graves lined with spruce boughs, chanting the old songs with voices rough from weeping and cold.
Small children clung to their mothers, wide-eyed, watching as rough stone markers were set above kin who would never see the long sun again.
Above them, gulls wheeled and cried, the only witnesses to these rites now that the wolf-men owned the valleys.
When the last prayer was whispered, the cla ...
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