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"Maester Wolkan," he said in greeting as the Maester came out of the room after finishing his daily teaching classes.

"Lord Bolton." The Maester said and gave a cordial bow "What can I do for you?"

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"I'm here to ask you about the status of the clay that I gave you." He said as he glanced at the dozens of teenage boys and girls who had lost their parents in the Greyjoy Rebellion.

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