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GOT: The North Remembers

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Robb Stark was supposed to die at the Twins, his crown lost in the bloody silt of the Green Fork. But the river is a fickle grave, and the North is not so easily broken. Pulled from the reeds by the silent people of the Neck, the Young Wolf has shed his silk and gold to become the King of Maggots—a vengeful shadow stalking the Kingsroad with a spear of weirwood and a heart of frozen slate. He does not hunt alone. From the rain-drenched woods of the Riverlands, the resurrected Lady Stoneheart leads a brotherhood of ghosts, her red-slit throat commanding only the creak of the hanging rope. While the lions and flayed men celebrate a hollow peace in their stolen halls, a cold hunger wakes in the marsh. The Red Wedding was just the beginning. The North remembers, and it is coming to collect every drop of blood it is owed.
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