The Fire and the Stone
The snow came early that year.
Thick, heavy, merciless.
Bran was hunting alone when he heard the scream — sharp, wild, tearing across the frozen pines like a hawk’s cry.
He found her near the riv...
The snow came early that year.
Thick, heavy, merciless.
Bran was hunting alone when he heard the scream — sharp, wild, tearing across the frozen pines like a hawk’s cry.
He found her near the riv...
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