The Queen of Thornswas so close she could smell the old woman's sour breath. His captor took it wrong. \parThe door signal sounded and a touch of the general's toe swung the door wide. Gods be good.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say back. He could think of nothing he would enjoymore, except perhaps strangling Cersei. My pardons. Wentworth, L.
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