He would never have thought the dwarf capable of such enormity. This hooded woman is neither. As he turned toward the door, though, she called him back. Come, give your father a kiss.
Mayhaps you smelled it too? No. Your Grace. JAIMEThe brooch that fastened Ser Brynden Tully's cloak was a black fish, wrought in jet and gold. It was a war, though.
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