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... ur. The feasts were done, the servants had retired to their pallets, and the only sound was the wind howling against the granite walls—a lonely, mournful song that had sung the Starks to sleep for eight thousand years.
Ned Stark walked the corridors of the Great Keep. His boots were soft leather tonight, making no sound on the stone. He had scrubbed the soot of the glass furnace from his skin, though the smell of woodsmoke and ozone still seemed to cling to him, a reminder of the industr ...
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