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... on the edge of a spacious bed in one of Highgarden's more private and luxurious guest chambers, the midnight moon filtering through tall windows and warming the polished floor beneath my feet.
My bandaged hand throbbed softly, still reminding me of the crossbow bolt that nearly found its mark this afternoon, but Margaery's gentle touch on the wrapping made the pain less intrusive.
"I can't believe how fast you're hearing," she said in fascination. She was kneeling beside me, her ...
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