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Good stuff!
Here we go again, then:
1. Some love departs from the sea-kings’ city, It’s certainly left in turbulence by this. (3)
2. Pain without silence, directed to the centre of hell! Now see it! (4)
3. Alternatively, Cynewulf’s poem will lead you to it. (3)
4. Stuff quaffed in Whitby? A secondary change will reveal it. (4)
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