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... ugh the murky waters of Blackwater Bay, its violet sails stark against the grey smoke that still lingered over the city.
Ten days at sea had been a balm, but seeing King’s Landing again felt like reopening a wound. The city smelled of charred timber and raw sewage, a perfume that no amount of sea breeze could mask.
Ned stood at the prow, Cregan in his arms. Ashara stood beside him, her face pale but composed. She wore a heavy cloak of Northern wool over her Dornish silks, a visua ...
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