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... before the ornate Dornish mirror, watching the handmaid's fingers work through her golden hair with mechanical precision.
Her reflection stared back—hollow-eyed, pale despite years under the Dornish sun, a ghost of herself. The handmaid, a girl hardly older than her, worked silently, careful not to meet her eyes.
They prepare me like a lamb for slaughter.
The thought came unbidden, memories of her mother's lessons about royal sacrifices rising like specters. Her mother ha ...
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