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... es off ancient pine trees.
High upon the Fist of the First Men, a natural ringfort of stone jutting above the endless sea of the Haunted Forest, the wind screamed like a dying animal. But the men standing atop the desolate hill did not shiver. They were numb to the cold, their attention entirely consumed by the horrific, thrashing sounds coming from the three heavy ironwood boxes resting in the snow.
Mance Rayder stood near the edge of the cages, a dragonglass axe gripped so tigh ...
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