“No,” the maester said. “It is simply… different.”
“Who wrote it?” Gerris asked.
“It’s wrong,” Gerris whispered.
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“That, my boy,” he finally said, “is a question for the Citadel. And one I fear they will never answer.” “No,” the maester said
“I have seen the truth in the obsidian mirrors,” the archmaester had written. “Our world is not the only world. There are others. In one, the dragon hatched. In another, the wolf ate the lion. In a thousand more, the long summer never ended. We are but one song in a library of endless shelves. And the singers? They are not gods. They are men with ink-stained fingers, writing us even now.” At the top, he wrote: “The Song of
The book had been found in the ruins of a watchtower along the Skirling Pass, buried beneath a collapsed slate roof. A wildling had sold it to a ranger for a bag of salt beef. The ranger had given it to the Lord Commander, who had given it to the raven master, who had sent it south to the Citadel. And now it lay before them.