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linkRobb was five years old when, that one, stormy night, he felt his father nudge him awake, shaking his small body gently.
"Robb, wake up", he whispered softly, and Robb did, turning around in his small bed to stare up at his father.
"What is it, daddy?"
"I want you to meet someone", Ned stood up from the bed, walking towards the doorway, slowly letting someone in. Robb couldn't see clearly, for it was dark for all but the light coming from the hallway.
Robb blinked a few times to adjust to the dark, and when he did, he saw him. A little boy, about his age, with brown...
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