The morning dawned cold and sharp as a forged battle-axe over the Frost Fjord. By noon, the temperature had dropped to twenty below zero, freezing the salt spray of the fjord into crystalline crusts along the black stone ramparts of Valgard. The sky was an unbroken canopy of pale steel-gray, while the northern wind screamed down from the mountain passes, whipping the silver wolf banners on the watchtowers into frantic,…
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