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... that belonged only to the wolf hour. The sky outside the thick glass windows was a bruised, absolute black, blanketed by the heavy clouds of the turning season.
In the boys’ chambers, the hearth fire had burned down to a dull, glowing ember.
Cregan Stark, nine years old and already possessing the broad shoulders of his father’s line, lay sprawled across his massive featherbed. His blankets were kicked entirely off, one leg hanging over the side, a soft, rhythmic snore rumbling i ...
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