15/02/2026 08:12

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It had not been much ofa snow, true; just enough to blanket the ground for a night. And the Hound, the Hound, the Hound. Neither of them was drinking; along with PatrekMallister and Dacey Mormont, they were her son's guards this evening. Tell them.

I'm too bloody lowbom to be kin to m'ladyhigh. The Gates of the Moon was much largerthan the Eyrie, and livelier as well. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. And then there are the roses.