07/02/2026 06:46

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The boy was not making sense. At the top ot the steps, a pale blond youth about Sam's age sat outside a door of oak and iron, staring intently into a candle flame with his right eye. As he Hung a spadeful of the stony soil over one shoulder, some chanced to spatter against their feet. Jaime did not.

Aeron Damphair covered his, and prayed for the Drowned God to raise a mighty wave and smash the horn to silence, vet still the shriek went on and on. His son and heir. 552GEORGE R. Ser Gregor is as good as dead, and no thanks to Tywin Lannister.