Winterfell was the home of your childhood, Sansa, but you are no longer achild. And quick as that, Marillion was gone. He did not look much like the wizards in Old Nan's stories, but even so. Amidst the rain and smoke, lit only by the fire, he could not haveseen that Jon was all in black, but for his sheepskin cloak.
He screamed again when Qyburn poured boiling wine over what remained ofhis stump. All but one. His throat was so raw that he could not eat, but he drank wine when they gaveit to him, and water when that was all they offered. The ironmen hold Winterfell, and Moat Cailintoo.
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