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THE DAY WAS COLD. So were his hands.
It wasn't winter or anything in the city, but for the past three nights frosty winds had oft blew in from the deep North. He didn't have to guess that the lands of Frostholm and borders of Castamere were experiencing their usual blizzard break. Counties across the realm got spring break; the northerners got three weeks of cold, thrashing rain and gales that could freeze hot water on a beard.
His yellow eyes spied the morning fog roll into the rousing streets. The litter he was in shook, but he cared not for the purr of the shuttle wagon. Since the War of Three Cities, machines had being in vogue across the realms. Mecha-humans were no longer scorned on the cobblestones or shanked in dirty alleyways.
