Chapter 16

It was late afternoon by the time Erik reached Gudrun’s trading post. The market had thinned, the last of the day’s customers picking over withered vegetables and limp slabs of salt pork with all the enthusiasm of mourners at a pauper’s wake. Inside, the air was warm and thick, made heavier by the incense Gudrun burned to cover the smell of pickled fish and old leather.

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