The Wistful Crossroads

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The harbor at Vík-in-the-West was a place of rusted iron and wet wool, where the air tasted of brine and the damp plaster of the distillery walls wept with the constant, physical fact of the sea. Ketil Hagen stood by the window of the watchman’s booth, his hands steady on the railing, watching the men haul nets onto the jetty with the mechanical precision of men who knew the price of a missed...

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