Imagining a couple of Game of Thrones characters looking from the edge of a forest across a charred, smoking landscape.  A few of the countless bodies among the wreckage move feebly.

"Well, shit.  I think this is the end of another season."

"Fuck me.  ... Didn't we pass a cave a little while back?"

"What, to hide in?  Don't you remember Willett?"

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