But it was different this time.
This time, when the footsteps reached me from behind, I stopped sinking into the street. I couldn't move my head, only my eyes. I was still unable to see who was behind me, but soon after, I heard a masculine voice behind me say but a single phrase.
"The Winter is coming."
He said "winter" as if it were a name.
I couldn't recognize the voice though, but it was deep, and it echoed. Garrett had this dream, too.
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