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Picture Postcards From Planetos

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The northern wind swirled the ashes up from the pyre, whirled them toward the sky until they became indistinguishable from the light snow. The last gasp of the fire died upon a charred pile of pine wood, and the smoke faded in the cold air as if the breeze carried away his father's ghost. A son could never truly be prepared for the farewell to his father, but the coming winter had no regard for unreadiness. There was no time for tears or mourning, no other choice but to walk the way back to Frostspear Hall in his father's footsteps.