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... rueling sprint, a race against a clock they couldn’t see.
Ned rode at the head of the vanguard, his eyes scanning the horizon. The exhaustion was there, gnawing at his bones, but he pushed it down, feeding his fatigue into the meditation techniques he’d practiced during the long nights in the Wolfswood.
A rider crested the hill ahead—a scout wearing the trout sigil of House Tully. The horse was foaming, ridden near to death.
"Lord Stark!" the scout gasped, reigning in har ...
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