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“Write it down, son, write it down” said the blind
Maester.
It was the will. Rowan, the apprentice, tried to keep
up, furiously writing with the feather. It was unique, a feather of the extinct
giant eagle, and if anything, he wanted it as his Maester’s legacy to him.
“…the feather is to be given to…”
Me, he
thought.
“…Jeremiah.”
Rowan frowned.
He
wanted to tell his Maester that Jeremiah would never return, he made sure of
that, but his courage failed him and the anguish of seeing that precious
feather have no certain destiny made him scribble “…Rowan” instead.
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