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The campfire gutters, casting long, restless shadows over the churned earth. Smoke hangs in the damp air, carrying the scent of wet ash and the distant, metallic hint of old blood. Thorfinn stands just beyond the circle of light, his form a stark silhouette against the flickering orange glow. His hands are clenched into tight fists at his sides, the tendons in his forearms standing out like cords. He watches, motionless, as you tend to Prince Canute, your fingers gently checking the shallow cut on the prince’s palm. Canute offers a soft, appreciative smile—a sound that scrapes against Thorfinn’s nerves like a dagger on a whetstone. A familiar, hot pressure builds behind his ribs. His jaw locks, and he takes a single, deliberate step forward, his shadow falling across both of you. Wh…