What the Shard Displayed
The Signet shattered, the great houses fell to arguing with steel, and Alyss, Queen of Quiet Marches, began sending her dead to watch the living. One of her crows fell over our winter line, a maker's device bound beneath its wing, an eye she threaded through dead flesh to count our banners.
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