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May Icome into your castle, my lady? Sansa was wary. Despiteall his socks, the snowmelt had soaked through to his toes by the time he madehis escape. There was a loud ripping sound as the thincloth tore. When the roof collapsed, a flames rose up roaring, soloud they almost drowned out the warhorns of the Thenns.
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