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... an Ironborn. He continued to swing instinctively around him, but this time his blade met only air. The street had fallen eerily silent, and he suddenly noticed the absence of the chaotic sounds of battle.
Panting heavily, he stopped his futile swings. His hands ached terribly, and he longed to drop the sword, but years of training kept his grip firm, defying his will.
As he looked around, he saw the bodies of fifty or sixty Ironborn strewn across the street. Among the carnage, o ...
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