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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 31, 2012 0:15:29 GMT -5
"Every day I wish I was home. And every day I'm thankful I'm not. Can you understand that?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 31, 2012 0:19:02 GMT -5
"Yes, I can." She could not see the courtyard of Riverrun, or think of it now, without seeing the rows of bodies laid out. Tully bannermen and those of the West; fish and towers and bats and the lions... "I understand what you mean."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 31, 2012 0:33:46 GMT -5
There was silence on the road then. Each in their respective thoughts, each thinking of home. One a wooden hall on a rocky cliff, the other a place of stone and water. Homesickness closed around their hearts as they slowly ascended the slope.
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