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MONDAY, MARCH 2ND—REYKJAVÍK, ICELAND
It was a small bedroom, spartanly furnished. Despite the night chill, there was no wind and the apartment’s windows were open. A light was on in the hallway and the bedroom door was open. Lying in bed, sleeping naked with their arms wrapped around each other, the couple could be mistaken for middle-aged Nordic gods.
In a country where people grow tall, Thor Eríkson was taller than most, so tall that his feet hung over the end of the bed. He appeared to be trim and fit rather than muscle-bound and his face looked more rugged