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... hurning under a sky that threatened a freezing rain. The wind was a constant, howling companion, tearing at the massive triangular lateen sails of the Winter’s Wrath.
Eddard Stark stood at the high helm of his flagship, wrapped in a heavy cloak of grey wool and direwolf fur. The salt spray froze on his beard, but his gaze remained fixed on the southern horizon.
A deep, resonant blast from a mammoth-horn echoed across the water.
"Sails off the starboard bow!" the lookout s ...
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