To protect me. The ladder was endless, numbing. The words became a squeal ofpain. There's a carving on our gate, said Dacey.
Yes, my lord. Ser Alliser and hisfriends. You sold my secrets to the men who killed myfather and stole my brother's throne. The mornings were the hardest.
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