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The North remembers.

The things I do for love.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack...

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Every flight begins with a fall.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

The North remembers.