My son lies crippled, perhaps dying. You shut your lying mouth, woman. Lord Walder jabbed a bony finger at her face. Have you ever seen the septa's legs? She giggled at him.
The ground was closer now, still far far away, a thousand miles away, but closer than it had been. Her hair was matted with blood. Let me do it. The Hound caught her by the arm and leaned close.
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