“When he opened his eyes again, Lord Eddard Stark was alone with his dead. His horse moved
closer, caught the rank scent of blood, and galloped away. Ned began to drag himself through the
mud, gritting his teeth at the agony in his leg. It seemed to take years. Faces watched from
candlelit windows, and people began to emerge from alleys and doors, but no one moved to help.
Littlefinger and the City Watch found him there in the street, cradling Jory Cassel’s body in his
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