The crannogman had never seensuch pageantry, and knew he might never see the like again. Snow, the intruder said. I can't see the other torches. It's all white and pink \endash and so clean.
The oldwoman turned back to Sansa. I loveyour red hair. Hisfather beat him bloody for that. Do you intend advancing a theory? \par No.
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