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from Maesters all over the Seven Kingdoms,
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and declared this great summer done at last.
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The longest summer in living memory.
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The peasants say, a long summer means
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- an even longer winter. - A common superstition.
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We have enough wheat for a five-year winter.
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If it lasts any longer,
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we'll have fewer peasants.
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The city's drowning in refugees, Your Grace, fleeing the war.
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We have nowhere to house them.
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And with winter coming, it'll only get worse.
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You command the City Watch, do you not, Lord Slynt?