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... of the Eyrie felt like a tomb dressed for a feast.
Despite the roaring hearth that threw dancing shadows across ancient artworks, the cold seemed to seep from the very stones. The long table between us might as well have been the Narrow Sea for all the warmth it provided.
Lysa Arryn sat at the far end, trying desperately to project authority that ill-fitted her like a borrowed gown. Her dress tonight was an unfortunate shade of blue that did nothing for her pallor, cut low enough ...
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