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... w of a peat fire that crackled cheerfully in the hearth. Outside, the wind howled around the granite towers of Winterfell, carrying the first sharp bite of true winter, but inside, the world was soft.
Ned Stark sat in a high-backed armchair near the fire. The story he was telling was one from his other memory, a tale older than the Andals, older than the First Men, though he had adapted it slightly for his audience.
At his feet, sitting on a thick bear-skin rug, were the children ...
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