Clegane cast a long shadow across the hard-packed earth as his squire lowered the black helm over his head. It made her feel clean. That would be a stroke of fortune, my lord, Jory said. Ghost was curled up asleep beside the door, but he lifted his head at the sound of Jon's boots.
The night will be cold, I'll want hot spice wine. Tyrion grinned crookedly. The seal was a mockingbird, in grey wax. Perhaps, if he wakes, he will be able to eat real food, but he will never walk again.
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