Enough, Sansa. Ser Balon Swann. Even her handmaids noticed the change. I almost forgot, he told her.
The walls were hung with tapestries from Norvos and Qohor and Lys, and a pair of Valyrian sphinxes flanked the door, eyes of polished garnet smoldering in black marble faces. He could almost hear her voice again, and the click-click-click of her needles. MARTINTyrion looked around. not without honor.
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