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POV of Domeric Bolton
"This... this is not the work of a human," Smalljon said and murmured a few more curses under his breath as he looked at the large pile of dead bodies piled in a ritualistic spiral circle around an old pine tree.
The body of a teenage girl was separated into dozens of parts and pinned to the center of the tree.
Even the most skeptical in his group, who didn’t believe his claims about White Walkers, were looking at the scene in stunned silence. < ...
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