"Every time I read your throne story up there, I crack up laughing! Perhaps other WDC members will begin to return, and the vast wasteland fill in with color, with life, and maybe you may even achieve that throne..." Wake up, Lord Matt! It is all a dream.
Once again the young, dispirited Lord of Targaryen stumbles around, at last finding himself in the vacant halls of Winterfell.
"Where is everyone?" He falls to his knees in front of the Throne of Swords, sobbing.
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