Ser Jorah drew his sword. Lord ofLight, look down upon us. The gods are just, thought Sansa. Your castellan was slain.
The green damp wood satin the flames, smoking before it took fire. Finallyeven the lights were gone, lost somewhere behind them. By then the Wall glowed pink and purple withthe first light of dawn. Theharpy's fingers had tom his features half to pieces with one slash, but shedid not pause to contemplate the ruin.
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