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The bones hardened and calcified in their long exposure to the elements. So too had the skulls of countless warriors which lined the long room's walls. The Viking clan who hunted the local waters and pillaged the neighboring islands had a long tradition of using the skulls of their victims to an advantage.
Of a night, with a full moon showing, the mystics would gather together with their hoard of fresh skulls, peering into dead eyeballs with inquiries of the Viking Clan Leader and looking for answers from the afterlife. The milky whiteness of the dead orbs told the mystics of a far away land, with snow-capped peaks and strange red men. Who says the dead can't see? 119 WORD COUNT
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