' The vinegar made his wound hurt worse than ever. One day he would hang them in his hall, so when he grew old and feeble he could remember all the foes he had slain when he was young and strong. My hand is hungry for a sword. though not so old as Erik.
Sansa Stark had done the same. A storm was brewing, he could hear it in the waves, and storms brought naught but evil. to deliver him the head of Gregor Clegane. Ser Arys Oakheart pulled up his hood to cover his face.
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