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cold dark walls pressing in around them as the passage twisted and turned. Three times their way was
blocked by iron bars, and they had to stop while Bowen Marsh drew out his keys and unlocked the
massive chains that secured them. Jon could sense the vast weight pressing down on him as he waited
behind the Lord Steward. The air was colder than a tomb, and more still. He felt a strange relief when
they reemerged into