When he was done, they sat together and listened to the wind for a time. We have a long day before us, and no sleep to face it on, thanks to Lord Snow. Someone's there, Sansa said anxiously. His head bobbed up and down.
From that hour onward, each day was easier than the one before it. In some of the rooms the red stone walls would seem to drip blood, and nowhere could she find a window. She almost touched him, almost, so close it made her grin. And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking.
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