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Arya

           Andthenahandshotoutofthepressandclosedroundherarmlikeawolftrap,sohardthatNeedlewentflyingfromherhand.Aryawaswrenchedoffherfeet.Shewouldhavefallenifhehadn’theldherup,aseasyasifshewereadoll.Afacepressedclosetohers,longblackhairandtangledbeardandrottenteeth."Don’tlook!"athickvoicesnarledather.

           "I...I...I..."Aryasobbed.

           Theoldmanshookhersohardherteethrattled."Shutyourmouthandcloseyoureyes,boy."Dimly,asiffromfaraway,shehearda...anoise...asoftsighingsound,asifamillionpeoplehadletouttheirbreathatonce.Theoldman’sfingersdugintoherarm,stiffasiron."Lookatme.Yes,that’sthewayofit,atme."Sourwineperfumedhisbreath."Remember,boy?"

           Itwasthesmellthatdidit.Aryasawthemattedgreasyhair,thepatched,dustyblackcloakthatcoveredhistwistedshoulders,thehardblackeyessquintingather.Andsherememberedtheblackbrotherwhohadcometovisitherfather.

           "Knowmenow,doyou?There’sabrightboy."Hespat."They’redonehere.You’llbecomingwithme,andyou’llbekeepingyourmouthshut."Whenshestartedtoreply,heshookheragain,evenharder."Shut,Isaid."

           Theplazawasbeginningtoempty.Thepressdissolvedaroundthemaspeopledriftedbacktotheirlives.ButArya’slifewasgone.Numb,shetrailedalongbeside...Yoren,yes,hisnameisYoren.ShedidnotrecallhimfindingNeedle,untilhehandedtheswordbacktoher."Hopeyoucanusethat,boy"

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