She could still hear Sansa screaming. Ser Ilyn drew a two-handed greatsword from the scabbard on his back. As he lifted the blade above his head, sunlight seemed to ripple and dance down the dark metal, glinting off an edge sharper than any razor. Ice, she thought, he has Ice! Her tears streamed down her face, blinding her. (…) Dimly, as if from far away, she heard a… a noise… a soft sighing sound, as if a million people had let out their breath at once.

© Philadelphia, 8/13/14

@Luke5SOS: Does anyone know where the how I met your mother apartment is ?:-(

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