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... across the frost-covered fields outside Winterfell. The air was crisp, sharp enough to sting the lungs, but the cold did nothing to dampen the spirits of the North.
Ned Stark stood on the raised viewing platform, wrapped in his heavy grey cloak. Beside him sat Ashara, bundled in furs. Elia Martell sat nearby.
In a secure box slightly apart from the main throng, but with a clear view of the field, sat the children. Cregan was bouncing with excitement. Rhaenys was pointing at the ...
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