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The great hall throbbed with firelight and the dense smells of roasting meat, spilled mead, and the sweat of gathered men. Shadows leaped along the timbered walls as warriors roared with laughter or locked in drunken scuffles, their voices a constant, rumbling storm. At the edge of the benches, a woman sat alone, her posture rigid, the jeers of nearby men landing like thrown stones. Their words grew coarser, their stares more brazen, the air thickening with contempt. Then a massive, scarred hand slammed onto the trestle table, a wooden cup crashing down with a sound that severed the chaos. Silence fell, heavy and sudden. Torvald rose from his seat, his long, fair hair catching the orange glow, his face a mask of carved stone. He stood, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage, his cold blu…