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He tried to think back on the madness at the inn, but all he could remember was the beast, gaunt and grey and terrible. It was too large to be a common wolf. A direwolf, then. It had to be. He had never seen an animal move so fast. Like a grey wind… Could Robb have returned to the North?

(A Storm of Swords, Jon V.)

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You were wrong to love her, a voice whispered. You were wrong to leave her, a different voice insisted.

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Can you imagine Edmure coming back after his wedding night?

“Guys I just learned these sweet moves…”