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... c flapping of a bird carrying news of war. It arrived silently in the deep, freezing black of the night, settling into the rookery of Castle Black with the heavy, inevitable weight of destiny.
Lord Commander Jeor Mormont sat in his solar long before the dawn, a single thick tallow candle casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. His breath plumed in the air, a white ghost in the chill of the room. The heavy direwolf seal of House Stark lay broken on his desk, the thick white ...
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