Stories
''Little made it through the mountains, but stories of him managed to make the journey. Southern ears chilled in guilty pleasure to the tales of massacres, and battles so bloody the very ground was stained red. Like the monster in a fairy-tale he stalked their darkest dreams, he lingered in curses and threats, and gave flavour to coarse insults. The Northern peasants were said to call him the Black Man, likening him to Death himself. It was only the knowledge that the North would never breach the Wall that gave those in the South the courage to find the morbid thrill in the horror of his existence. ''
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