Why would anyone go to such trouble, sending what looked like a fancy cannonball after him? Too late, he wondered if perhaps the device had been a decoy, a ruse. Thewomen laughed and clapped. A dark young man and a pretty blonde woman were sharing a hom of mead. Edmure looked ill.
We'll see others, said Meera. And the woods rang with coarse laughter. While we were being lowered down the tether, the pilot pointed out every possible sight—tiny communi The stewlike dish steamed its aroma through the room.
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