07/03/2026 07:52

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You're the monster, Uncle. Granddaughters as well. To tell my father that this stumpis no work of yours. Or was she justsome strumpet? Bastard Walder's mother, yes, now I recall.

Jon was watching the ramcome on and on, the mammoths and giants lumbering forward on either side. You would wail for hours, and nothing would quiet you but a woman'steat. That hurt. She was Elia of Dome.