The firelight flickered against the damp stone walls of the cave, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to mimic the spectral terrors lurking in the mist. Ahmed ibn Fadlan, a man of silk and poetry thrust into a world of iron and blood, clutched his quill as if it were a talisman against the dark.
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