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Chapter 23: The Cold Shower

Author: Marcee
last update publish date: 2026-05-28 06:00:01

If I have to look at one more spreadsheet regarding the price of winter wheat in the Northern Valley, I was going to staple the document to Lord Stark’s forehead. It wouldn’t kill him—Stark has a skull thicker than a castle wall—but it might shut him up for five minutes.

"The blizzard is worsening, Your Majesty," Stark said, pointing a trembling finger at a topographical map that was currently covered in red grease pencil marks. "The Southern Pass is effectively

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