13/03/2026 00:14

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I dreamt of a maid at a feast with purple serpents in her hair, venomdripping from their fangs. Someone needed to find somejoy somewhere. You were leading most of the way, but Watt of LongLake got three in the last day and passed you. Despite fever, exhaustion, his leg, the Magnar, the old man,Ygritte, Mance, despite it all, Jon smiled.

The armorer gave it a kick. For what, ser? Ser Danwell Frey asked. He woke and licked her face. Hesounded more tired than angry.