The sun burned like molten gold, and the land was seared and empty. Stone was a bastard's name in the Vale, as Snow was in the north, and Flowers in Highgarden; in each Be quick about it. The blade made a hideous scraping sound as he drew it back over the steel.
Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her. Or left the road to cut through the woods. I can feel it in these old bones of mine, and Maester Aemon agrees. Outside, everything was noise and confusion.
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