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25.The Flying Storm
28th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC Cersei Lannister, Casterly Rock None wept when word arrived of the Ironmen's devastating defeat at Oldtown. It was said that the bells rang out in triumph and the taverns overflowed with drunken merriment, though half the city lay charred and blackened. Even in Lannisport, wine flowed like a river in celebration. Yet the treacherous Reach was weaker for it, and that gladdened Cersei's heart the most. 'Let the fools bleed each other dry,' she…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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3.Voices in the Dark
??? The Betrayed Lord Commander He woke up enveloped in a cool, pleasant sensation. The terrifying chill threatening to consume his very being was gone. Was this the afterlife? Jon cracked his eyes open, and the curtain of light greeted him again. ‘I am still in the heart of winter.’ But why was the burning cold gone? It had even stopped snowing. His body no longer felt like it was about to turn into one giant icicle, and Jon felt… well. It was as if he had…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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55.Flickering Shadows
1st of November 1993, Monday (1 day later) Galloway Forest ??? A hooded figure drifted through the morning mist like a wraith, gliding into what looked like a large encampment, entirely unbothered by her surroundings. It was a woman—the heavy black cloak failed to hide the shapely figure underneath completely. She stopped at the edge of the clearing, the aquiline nose poking out of the hood wrinkling with disdain as she looked around. Over seventy camping tents and pavilions were strewn…- 469.5 K • Ongoing
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2.Dreams of Frost
??? The Betrayed Lord Commander Longclaw stabbed at the ice, aiming for the chest of the Cold One. TING! A shrill sound tore through the air, as terrible as the wailing of a dying beast. Jon’s wrists rattled at the recoil, and he almost dropped his sword. Cracks spreading like a spiderweb had appeared where he had struck, but the ice was still whole. The snowy ice underneath was too slippery. With such uneasy footing, it was hard to exert his full strength. Yet he gritted his…- 202.5 K • Ongoing
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24.Writhing Shadows
24th Day of the 7th Moon, 303 AC The Mad Maid, Oldtown The looming oily darkness pressed into her dreams and seeped into the recesses of her mind, and Malora Hightower awoke in a bed of cold sweat with a silent scream on her lips. Her heart was racing, and her thin limbs felt sorer than usual. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and it would not calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Many called her the Witch of Hightower or the Mad Maid. They were not wrong. She was born with a rare talent unseen for…- 401.2 K • Ongoing
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