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| - "Perhaps our Maesters and wise-women can put their heads together on this."
- "Uncontrollable shaking, fever, bleeding from the eyes." Rona's voice is tight. "Victims go into a frenzy, running for miles before they drop dead."
- "A new disease has been hitting settlements in the Gift," Rona continues, worried. "Dozens dead so far. They call it 'The Shiver.'"
- "Have there been any cases in [Your Region]?
- "Is anyone looking for a cure for the disease?"
- "What are the symptoms of the disease?"
- "Gods have mercy! Stop all trade with the North. I don't want that coming to [Your Holding]."
- "We should see if we can offer any service to the people of the Gift."
- Rona shakes her head. "Nothing south of Winterfell, my [lady/lord], but the disease is catching. More than a dozen villages have had deaths so far.
- Rona looks surprised at the question. "It's less than forty-eight hours from onset to death, my [lady/lord], and patients can't swallow to take a tincture."
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