On a freezing courtyard at Castle Black, a man who had bled out under the blades of his own brothers opened his eyes. Melisandre’s prayer had barely faded when Jon Snow gasped, sat up, and the world of Westeros shifted. We cheered. We cried. And then we noticed something chilling: the man who rose was not the same one who died.
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