05/03/2026 19:00

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If the gods are good, hell slip and fall. Some had scythes, some staves, some A FrAST FOR CROWS447hoes sharpened to cruel points. She considered appealing to her own mother, but Lady Mellario was far away in Norvos. The wind was coming up by then.

The boy looked to be no more than six-and-ten. For all its width it was not long enough, so Brienne lay across it sideways. She felt as if she were floating above herself, watching the horror as if it were happening to some other woman, to some stupid girl who thought she was a knight. Let duty sleep alone for once, and stay with me tonight.