[ His fingers brush the design, and then slide to cup Martin's cheek and gently angle his face away. He neatly tugs Martin's collar out of the way, shifting up onto his knees on the couch to get a better look.
Antlers wreathed in... fog. It sends an awful pang through him, and Jon lets go. Sits back. ]
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[ His fingers brush the design, and then slide to cup Martin's cheek and gently angle his face away. He neatly tugs Martin's collar out of the way, shifting up onto his knees on the couch to get a better look.
Antlers wreathed in... fog. It sends an awful pang through him, and Jon lets go. Sits back. ]
The letter said we'd each been given one.