The wooden keep was gone entirely, rotted away a thousand years past, with not so much as a timber to mark where it had stood. big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. He dressed in black, as befitted a man of the Night's Watch. Please, please, please.
We must bury our dead, Ser Willis, she said. The queen had done it; she was the one to hate, her and Arya. In your dreams, Tyrion echoed, thinking how badly he needed another strong drink. I don't want to watch anymore.
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