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' he said, but you have your fathers guards to keep you safe, why— It is my father's guards I fear. She turned back to the High Septon. called THE MOUNTAIN THAT RIDES, -SANDOR CLEGANE. ' Then why show the world their face? Savage, snarling, twisted .
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