eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”

eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”
eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,”

eliaamartell:“I remember, Sam. I still remember.”He was not making sense. “Remember what?”“Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.” -- source link


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