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Ned sat at the head of the map table, watching his bannermen go at it. It was basically a pack of wolves fighting over a carcass, except the carcass was a bridge they didn’t even have yet.
"We storm the gates!" the Greatjon roared, slamming a fist on the table so hard the map markers jumped. "We’ve got twenty thousand men! Frey has what? Four thousand? We smash through the Twins and leave the old weasel in the rubble!"
"And lose three thousand men taking a fortifie ...
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