and the cheers of the smallfolk had echoed off Casterly Rock like rolling thunder. He turned his head and spat. Tell we, or we will turn rou out, she heard. Be brave, child.
She could hear the soft sounds of tlicir breath. She expected him that day. Twixt here and Duskendale is safe enough one man told her. You have no proof of this.
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