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... men by the callouses on their feet.
He was a Poor Fellow, having abandoned his cobbler’s shop in the Riverlands to carve a seven-pointed star into his chest and march for the salvation of the realm. Around him walked tens of thousands of men just like him. They carried rusted scythes, heavy wooden clubs, and the absolute certainty that the Seven walked beside them.
Their vast, winding host had reached the Green Fork of the Trident. There, rising from the morning mist, was the Ro ...
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