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“Thank you, sweet lady.' Ser Dontos lurched clumsily to his feet, and brushed ea…”

“The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he …”

“Arya did not know any Many-Faced God, but if he answered prayers, he might be t…”

“Jon lied ... loudly, as if that could make it true.”