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In the harbour of Flateyri, boats rest quietly, tethered at the edge of the world. The fjord, serene as an ancient mirror, reflects every snowy contour of the mountains that embrace it.
The soft light caresses the wooden facades and motionless masts while silence settles over the water, interrupted only by the distant echo of a raven.
The snow-covered mountains rise majestically and silently, as if guarding an ancient secret. Everything breathes calm. In this corner of Iceland, time seems to pause in a moment of winter peace.
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