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... s in the room were lengthening, stretching like long, dark fingers across the stone floor. The heat of the Dornish day was beginning to break, replaced by the swift, dry chill of the desert evening.
Ned sat by the window, watching the play of light on the Red Mountains. Lyanna lay in the bed, exhausted by her confession and the weight of the memories she had dragged into the light.
There was a soft knock on the doorframe.
Howland Reed stepped inside. The crannogman had wa ...
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