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... The candlelight cast shadows across Catelyn's face as she stood there, like a statue in Stark grey. Her eyes flickered to the shattered vase near the hearth—the Sand Snakes' parting gift—before snapping back to me. I stretched my legs wider, feeling the chair creak.
"...Your Grace," she spoke up a moment later, and her voice was colder than a winter stream. "I appreciate the audience at this late hour."
I swirled the wine in my cup, watching the droplets cling to the rim. "It's ...
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