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... into a fortress. It was a monument to power, wealth, and the absolute certainty that House Lannister stood above all others.
But today, Tywin Lannister sat in his solar, six hundred feet above the crashing waves of the Sunset Sea, and for the first time in twenty years, he felt a flicker of uncertainty.
On his desk, next to the ledgers of the gold mines, sat a square glass bottle. It was empty. Tywin had not drunk it himself—he preferred Arbor Gold—but he had watched his brother ...
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