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... nd snow, but the riders approaching Winterfell seemed immune to it. They wore black—heavy wool, boiled leather, and ringmail painted with soot. They moved with the grim purpose of men who had forgotten the warmth of summer.
Ned Stark stood in the courtyard, his breath misting in the air. Beside him stood Benjen, looking eager, and Arthur Dayne, observing quietly.
"They look heavy," Arthur commented, watching the column of twenty riders pass through the Hunter’s Gate.
"The ...
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