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... ey, misty veil over the waters of Blackwater Bay. The docks of King’s Landing were strangely quiet, cleared of the usual crush of merchants and sailors by the heavy presence of the royal guard.
Moored at the end of the stone pier was Winter’s Fury. Its Ironwood timber creaked softly against the tide, the grey direwolf banner snapping sharply in the brisk morning wind, ready for the long voyage up the eastern coast to White Harbor.
Eddard Stark stood at the base of the gangplank, ...
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