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“A later-season one,” Tyrion said grimly. “The writing gets… ambitious.”
The screen filled with a loop of Jon Snow’s dead eyes, blinking. Over and over. For ten minutes. No sound. Just blinking.
Tyrion choked on his wine. “Gods. Even the file knows.”
The screen went black. Then white. Then a single line of text appeared:
The laptop never answered.
Jorah never spoke of it again. But late at night, they’d find him staring at the laptop, whispering: “Just skip Meereen. Please. Just skip Meereen.”