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“All halls lead somewhere. Where there is a way in, there is a way out. Fear cut…”

“The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade …”

“What do we say to the Lord of Death?''Not today.”

“Must you be in such haste to don your clothes, ser? I prefer you as you are. Ab…”