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Chapter 78: Tides of Ice and Iron
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... f war. Spring rains fell in cold sheets that turned cart ruts into hungry trenches, swallowing hooves and boots alike.
Along one such winding forest lane, a small company of knights rode with banners furled, their chain mail dark with water, voices low with fatigue.
They were men bound for Richard’s host outside Rouen; the young Count of Avranches among them, eager to prove himself before the Duke.
They never reached the siege lines.
In a shallow vale where alder ...
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