I suppose 1 am. Cersei was amused by his presumption. My brother Balon made us great again, which earned the Storm God's wrath. Those who dwell here are penitents, who seek to atone for their sins through contemplation, prayer, and silence.
Jaime nodded. Here and there the stone was shattered from the strain of countless seasons. The flickering light cast queer shadows. and close the city gates as well.
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