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Sansa

           

           IttookallthestrengthshehadinhertowalkslowlyfromtheQueen’sBallroomwhenshewantedsobadlytorun.Whenshereachedthesteps,shedidrun,upandarounduntilshewasbreathlessanddizzy.Oneoftheguardsknockedintoheronthestair.Ajeweledwinecupandapairofsilvercandlesticksspilledoutofthecrimsoncloakhe’dwrappedtheminandwentclatteringdownthesteps.Hehurriedafterthem,payingSansanomindoncehedecidedshewasnotgoingtotryandtakehisloot.

           Herbedchamberwasblackaspitch.Sansabarredthedoorandfumbledthroughthedarktothewindow.Whensherippedbackthedrapes,herbreathcaughtinherthroat.

           Thesouthernskywasaswirlwithglowing,shiftingcolors,thereflectionsofthegreatfiresthatburnedbelow.Balefulgreentidesmovedagainstthebelliesoftheclouds,andpoolsoforangelightspreadoutacrosstheheavens.Theredsandyellowsofcommonflamewarredagainsttheemeraldsandjadesofwildfire,eachcolorflaringandthenfading,birthingarmiesofshort-livedshadowstodieagainaninstantlater.Greendawnsgavewaytoorangedusksinhalfaheartbeat.Theairitselfsmelledburnt,thewayasoupkettlesometimessmelledifitwasleftonthefiretoolongandallthesoupboiledaway.Embersdriftedthroughthenightairlikeswarmsoffireflies.

           Sansabackedawayfromthewindow,retreatingtowardthesafetyofherbed.

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