He could hear singing too, beneath the pealing of the bells. Qyburn had brought her reports of their numbers, but hearing about them was one thing and seeing them another. Pentos, and Duskendale. A pretty sight.
I'd bring up more, but it'd just slop over. The mists of evening had begun to rise, sending grey fingers up the walls of the buildings that lined the old canal. She had half a mind to tear it down. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and won- A FEAST FOR CROWSJO Idered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be.
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