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      Epilogue-Return of SpringEpilogue-Return of Spring

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      by Gladiusx The winter that began at the tail end of the Year 303 After Aegon's Conquest was the coldest in recorded history. It was said that even in Dorne, stone would crack open from the fierce chill. The cruel cold lasted two and a half years, with only three to four warm moons of respite a year. The snow in the Riverlands has been said to reach thirty feet tall, collapsing the roofs over the heads of many of the surviving smallfolk who had yet to flee further south. From Starfall to Sunspear, the world was…
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      48.Aftermath48.Aftermath

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      by Gladiusx None of the Lords in Aegon's army survived the Second Field of Fire, and only the fortunate men-at-arms and knights at the outer encampment managed to flee into the snowy hills. None could say how many of them survived the harsh onset of winter long enough to return home. According to the local scribes, Dorne sent fifteen thousand spears to aid Aegon, and a few hundred barely managed to return, half frozen and nearly starved to death. While some witnesses argued that the King of Winter used fire sorcery…
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      63.On Ashen Wings63.On Ashen Wings

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      by Gladiusx 20th of June 1994, Monday (24 days later) Harry Potter The garden in Potter Home was transformed into an odd union of a Muggle running track and a playground. He tickled Estelle with the crimson feather, and she giggled louder, happily waving her chubby arms at him. Chuckling, he skilfully waved the prize just out of her reach, but eventually allowed his goddaughter’s fingers to pluck the feather from his grasp.  Without hesitation, she put it in her mouth and started…
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      70.Shadow of War70.Shadow of War

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      by Gladiusx 12th of November, 1994 Saturday (4 days later) Mr Malfoy Lucius slumped onto the sofa, feeling completely drained, exhaustion seeping all the way into his marrow. The last few months’ tension was a near-constant ache between his temples, hard to dispel, and had wrung his mind dry.  Just as he was drained, so was the Malfoy family. His own freedom—and that of his children and future grandchildren—was bargained away for a Wizengamot seat, the long-cherished Malfoy dream. That was no great…
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