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... ate afternoon sun filtered through the lattice windows of the Old Palace, casting a warm, golden hue over the chamber.
Fruits sat heaped in bowls—figs, pomegranates, and grapes glistening like jewels—while Oberyn leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs in a posture as relaxed as his gaze. He plucked a grape and popped it into his mouth, his eyes twinkling with barely concealed mischief as he watched his brother. Across from him, Doran sat upright, fingers folded, his gaze dist ...
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