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The spell is lifted.
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Death has favored you.
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Death favors no man.
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We must ride
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like thundering waves
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under the tattered battle flag of my father.
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You must rest.
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We have rested long enough.
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Frost to fire and fire to frost.
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Iron will melt.
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But it will writhe inside of itself!
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All these years