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... to let the sea breeze scour the room, but the foul, metallic stench of ancient rot seemed to cling to the very stones of the Red Keep.
That same invisible stench followed the great lords of the South as they retreated to their private chambers. The illusion of their invincibility had been violently stripped away, leaving behind a cold, undeniable dread.
In the opulent, crimson-draped solar commandeered by House Lannister, the silence was suffocating.
Tywin Lannister stood ...
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