Will turned away, wordless. Sansa drew her blanket up to her chin to cover herself. Jon Anyn's son, she thought incredulously. Come to me as often as you like, Lord Eddard.
630 GEORGE R. His hair shone like spun gold. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. The pig was the boar who'd killed him, Sansa knew, but in some652 GEORGE R.
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