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    The Wall loomed like a frozen giant, its icy surface glinting under the pale northern sun. Jon stood beside Ned and Robb, his breath visible in the cold air as they approached the gates of Castle Black. The Lord Commander, a grizzled man with a face weathered by years of hardship, greeted them with a grim expression.


    “Lord Stark,” the Lord Commander said, his voice rough but respectful. “Thank you for coming. We’ve been overrun by wildlings. They’ve breached the Wall in several places, and they’re causing chaos. They’ve kidnapped people—most notably Alys Karstark—and they’ve been digging holes all over the place. We don’t know why, but it’s clear they’re after something.”


    Ned’s expression darkened. “Have they made any demands?”


    The Lord Commander shook his head. “None. We fear the kidnapped are already dead.”


    Jon’s heart sank at the thought. He glanced at Robb, who stood silently beside him, his face unreadable. The tension between them was still palpable, but Jon pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.


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    The next day, Ned led a small group of Stark knights and Night’s Watch rangers beyond the Wall to track the wildlings. Jon and Robb rode with them, their weapons at the ready. The forest was eerily quiet, the only sound the crunch of snow underfoot.


    It didn’t take long for them to find a wildling scout. The man was lean and ragged, his face smeared with dirt and his eyes wild with desperation. Ned’s men captured him quickly, binding his hands and dragging him back to camp.


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    Ned questioned the wildling, his voice calm but firm. “Why are you here? What do you want?”


    The wildling spat on the ground, his eyes narrowing. “Food,” he growled. “We’re starving. Your people have it, and we’ll take it if we have to.”


    Ned’s brow furrowed. “Food? What do you mean?”


    The wildling sneered. “We’ve heard of your fields, your crops that grow tall and strong. We know you nobles have something—some magic—that makes the land fertile. We thought if we took your people, you’d give us the secret. But you didn’t. So now we’ll dig it out of the earth ourselves.”


    Jon’s heart raced as he realized what the wildling was talking about. The fertilizer. The secret he and Shadow had worked so hard to perfect.


    Ned turned to Jon, his grey eyes filled with understanding. “This is about your work, Jon. They’re after the fertilizer.”


    Jon nodded, his mind racing. “But why kidnap people? Why dig holes?”


    The wildling laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. “We thought the secret was in the earth. We thought if we dug deep enough, we’d find it. But we were wrong. Now we’ll take it from you, one way or another.”


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    Before Ned could respond, Lord Karstark, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward. His face was red with rage, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. “You filthy savages,” he snarled. “You took my daughter. You think you can just take what you want?”


    Without warning, Lord Karstark drew his sword and struck the wildling down. The man fell to the ground, his blood staining the snow. Ned’s eyes widened, but he said nothing. The damage was done.


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    That night, Jon sat by the fire, his thoughts swirling. Shadow appeared beside him, his smoky form blending with the darkness.


    “This is my fault,” Jon said quietly. “If I hadn’t created the fertilizer, none of this would have happened.”


    Shadow’s glowing eyes softened. “You couldn’t have known, Jon. Your work has saved lives. It’s not your fault that others would do anything to take it.”


    Jon sighed, his gaze drifting to the Wall. “What do we do now?”


    As the fire crackled, Shadow’s form rippled with thought. “I have a place in mind,” he murmured.