In the subterranean underbelly of Skuggheim, eighty feet below the snowy courtyard and twenty feet below the salt waterline of the Lyngen Fjord, the air was chill, damp, and smelled of centuries of cold granite and ancient moss. These lower vaults had been chiseled by hand into the bedrock during the early Viking Age, originally serving as emergency shelters against arctic storms and rival clan raids. Over the past four…
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