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... and the realm had begun to shift its course. The Kingsroad was heavy with the steady tread of supply wagons and marching footmen. The forges in the Vale and the Stormlands burned through the night, the ring of hammers shaping brittle black glass echoing across the valleys.
For Crown Prince Joffrey Baratheon, that single turning of the moon had been the longest, most grueling ordeal of his entire life.
The journey from King’s Landing to the westerlands had stripped away every comf ...
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