The Greyjoy stronghold stood upon a broken headland, its keeps and towers built atop massive stone stacks that thrust up from the sea. As you will. You cannot know. Jaime had always believed.
She got to her feet and brushed the snow from her skirts. Maester Colemon stood beside him. everywhere he turned he saw another stranger. The course of the castle walls could still be discerned amongst the brambles, weeds, and wild elms, but die stones that had made them up were strewn like a child's blocks between die roads.
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