When black ice seals the harbor of Hrafnvik, trapping every ship as winter closes in, Jarl Svanhild demands axes and fire. But rune-reader Eira sees what the ice truly holds — an ancient oath broken by the clan itself, a name stolen from the dead, and a debt the living have buried for generations. With disgraced warrior Torvald at her side, she crosses a causeway where lies crack the ice beneath your feet. At the Rune-Split Gate, the oath's guardian rises — and it is not asking for a fight. It is asking for the truth.
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