When the frost came and the grass paled, the Eorlings retreated into their halls. They burned a forest’s worth of trees in fire pits as long as ships, and their chimneys like dragons’ nostrils huffed smoke into the clear white air. Laughter and song rumbled from the bellies of their halls, and they ventured from their cities only to rob the woods of boars.
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