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Arya

           Shehunkereddowninthedarkagainstadampstonewallandlistenedforthepursuit,buttheonlysoundwasthebeatingofherownheartandadistantdripofwater.Quietasashadow,shetoldherself.Shewonderedwhereshewas.WhentheyhadfirstcometoKing’sLanding,sheusedtohavebaddreamsaboutgettinglostinthecastle.FathersaidtheRedKeepwassmallerthanWinterfell,butinherdreamsithadbeenimmense,anendlessstonemazewithwallsthatseemedtoshiftandchangebehindher.Shewouldfindherselfwanderingdowngloomyhallspastfadedtapestries,descendingendlesscircularstairs,dartingthroughcourtyardsoroverbridges,hershoutsechoingunanswered.Insomeoftheroomstheredstonewallswouldseemtodripblood,andnowherecouldshefindawindow.Sometimesshewouldhearherfather’svoice,butalwaysfromalongwayoff,andnomatterhowhardsheranafterit,itwouldgrowfainterandfainter,untilitfadedtonothingandAryawasaloneinthedark.

           Itwasverydarkrightnow,sherealized.Shehuggedherbarekneestightagainstherchestandshivered.Shewouldwaitquietlyandcounttotenthousand.Bythenitwouldbesafeforhertocomecreepingbackoutandfindherwayhome.

           Bythetimeshehadreachedeighty-seven,theroomhadbeguntolightenashereyesadjustedtotheblackness.Slowlytheshapesaroundhertookonform.Hugeemptyeyesstaredatherhungrilythroughthegloom,anddimlyshesawthejaggedshadowsoflongteeth.Shehadlostthecount.Sheclosedhereyesandbitherlipandsentthefearaway.

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