A foul, sweet smell rose from the wound, so thick it almost choked her. His entrails were sliding from his belly, yet somehow he slew the boar. It shall not end until my death. Die! the raven cried.
When he was done, they sat together and listened to the wind for a time. The smell that engulfed him was so queer and cold he almost gagged. save by Samwell Tarly, who'd read the letter to Maester Aemon and whispered its contents to Jon that night in secret, all the time saying how he shouldn't. She was almost in tears.
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