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The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes . “I see you,” she whispered. “I see you, wolf child, blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death.” She began to sob, her little body shaking. “You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall. I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!” ~Ghost of the High Heart; A Storm of Swords~
