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Ragnar's Rewritten Saga

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The salt spray stung my face, not the stale air of my apartment, and the roar of battle was deafening. One moment I was cramming for a Viking history exam, the next I was gripping an axe, clad in mail, and staring down a Saxon shield wall. My mind screamed 'impossible,' but the rough leather of my gauntlets and the visceral fear coiling in my gut were undeniably real. A guttural yell ripped from my throat, a sound I didn’t recognize, and then I knew. This wasn’t just a dream. I was Ragnar. And history was about to get a very unexpected rewrite.
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