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... ly anchor at Fair Isle. By the sixth dawn, the horizon was swallowed by a forest of masts. The heavy war galleys of the Arbor ferried the massive hosts of the South across the straits.
Banners bearing the golden lion, the soaring falcon, and the golden rose snapped proudly in the sea breeze, projecting a delayed but overwhelming display of royal might.
Ned Stark had no interest in standing on the beaches to welcome latecomers. The fighting was done, and the inevitable jostling fo ...
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