Not truly. I must be as strong as my lady mother. If one Hand can die, why not a second? replied the man with the accent and the forked yellow beard. He clapped his hands together.
He could feel a dull ache in his shattered leg, an itch beneath the plaster. Are they all so afraid? She knew the answer. When she started to reply, he shook her again, even harder. It can drive a man to madness, Ned.
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