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... wly, accompanied by the deep, rhythmic groan of heavy timbers and the undeniable, swaying motion of a ship at sea.
Daenerys Targaryen opened her eyes.
For a long moment, she simply stared at the low, curved wooden ceiling above her. The air in the room was cool and smelled of salt, old canvas, and waxed wood. It was entirely devoid of the cloying incense and roasted spices of Magister Illyrio’s manse.
She tried to sit up, and a dull, throbbing ache flared at the side of h ...
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