There was no way to go but up. It's mine. Reining up, he looked for the river. His cuts were leaving their marks now.
You came to us children. She ought to be crying too, she thought, but the tears would not come. Sandor Clegane's rasping voice drifted up to him. May I approach? Catelyn nodded, not trusting to speak.
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