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The deep red eyes carved into the pale trunk still watched him, yet somehow he took comfort from that now. The gods were looking over him, he told himself; the old gods, gods of the Starks and the First Men and the children of the forest...
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Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair.
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“The children of the forest could tell you a thing or two about dreaming.”
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