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    Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare?

    “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered.

    Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.

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