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Arya

           Whenshelookedagain,themonsterswouldbegone.Wouldneverhavebeen.ShepretendedthatSyriowasbesideherinthedark,whisperinginherear.Calmasstillwater,shetoldherself.Strongasabear.Fierceasawolverine.Sheopenedhereyesagain.

           Themonsterswerestillthere,butthefearwasgone.

           Aryagottoherfeet,movingwarily.Theheadswereallaroundher.Shetouchedone,curious,wonderingifitwasreal.Herfingertipsbrushedamassivejaw.Itfeltrealenough.Thebonewassmoothbeneathherhand,coldandhardtothetouch.Sheranherfingersdownatooth,blackandsharp,adaggermadeofdarkness.Itmadehershiver.

           "It’sdead,"shesaidaloud."It’sjustaskull,itcan’thurtme."Yetsomehowthemonsterseemedtoknowshewasthere.Shecouldfeelitsemptyeyeswatchingherthroughthegloom,andtherewassomethinginthatdim,cavernousroomthatdidnotloveher.Sheedgedawayfromtheskullandbackedintoasecond,largerthanthefirst.Foraninstantshecouldfeelitsteethdiggingintohershoulder,asifitwantedabiteofherflesh.Aryawhirled,feltleathercatchandtearasahugefangnippedatherjerkin,andthenshewasrunning.Anotherskullloomedahead,thebiggestmonsterofall,butAryadidnotevenslow.Sheleaptoveraridgeofblackteethastallasswords,dashedthroughhungryjaws,andthrewherselfagainstthedoor.

           Herhandsfoundaheavyironringsetinthewood,andsheyankedatit.

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