AuthorBy midnight the rain ceased, and the remains of the Lannister establishment were gleaming under silver light. The eastern walls still bled smoke and the smell of burned metal was still lingering in the place where once there were actually gardens.Kol and Elias were moving through the rubble in the hollow silence that followed war. Their footsteps stomped down glass and bone, on the way down to what had been the principal archive, half buried under the fallen stone.The pack was mending the house over, and sealing up the walls and sealing up the dead. However, here, in the gloomy belly of the estate, there was no sign of time in the air.Kol was first, with his torch, the blaze of which illuminated his scarred countenance uneasily. His cane, which he used to lean on, had vanished, and now he would not take it, although each step caused him pain piercing up his leg.Elias came behind, with a torch as well, and a set of his jaw that was the same he had in battle: stillness create
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