tear down the last gods
They promise altars and arks;
the hollow earth, the ascending light.
You will be gold, and gold again. When their throats
are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
Wildling to the bone, he thought, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart.
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