Opening post by Sofia Marchetti · #1
My maester tells me I raise this too often. My maester is welcome to raise something better.
The question, put plainly: why the seasons here are broken. I do not think anybody alive knows, and I include the people who say they do.
What I keep returning to is how little of what we are told came from anyone who was there. It is all copies of copies, and each copy had a lord paying for the ink.
I expect to die not knowing, and I have made my peace with it.