They exchanged a look. MARTINcandle. We ought to have remembered. They say there is naught but stone at the heart of Casterly Rock.
He watched the red stain spread, feeling light-headed, curiously apart; there had been no pain, not even a hint of feeling. It was not time for his bandages to be changed. Suddenly he felt ashamed and guilty. We remember.
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