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... usually sounded like a woman screaming, but tonight, to Robert Baratheon, it sounded like a war horn.
He stood on the battlements of his ancestral seat, the massive, drum-towered fortress that had defied gods and armies for thousands of years. The salt spray lashed his face, sticking in his thick black beard, but he didn’t blink. He gripped the stone merlons with hands the size of hams, his knuckles white.
"They’re coming, aren’t they?"
Stannis stood beside him. His broth ...
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