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Tyrion

           Withalonghookedblade,heslicedmerootandstem,chantingallthewhile.Iwatchedhimburnmymanlypartsonabrazier.Theflamesturnedblue,andIheardavoiceanswerhiscall,thoughIdidnotunderstandthewordstheyspoke."

           "Themummershadsailedbythetimehewasdonewithme.OnceIhadservedhispurpose,themanhadnofurtherinterestinme,soheputmeout.WhenIaskedhimwhatIshoulddonow,heansweredthathesupposedIshoulddie.Tospitehim,Iresolvedtolive.Ibegged,Istole,andIsoldwhatpartsofmybodystillremainedtome.SoonIwasasgoodathiefasanyinMyr,andwhenIwasolderIlearnedthatoftenthecontentsofaman’slettersaremorevaluablethanthecontentsofhispurse."

           "YetIstilldreamofthatnight,mylord.Notofthesorcerer,norhisblade,noreventhewaymymanhoodshriveledasitburned.Idreamofthevoice.Thevoicefromtheflames.Wasitagod,ademon,someconjurer’strick?Icouldnottellyou,andIknowallthetricks.AllIcansayforacertaintyisthathecalledit,anditanswered,andsincethatdayIhavehatedmagicandallthosewhopracticeit.IfLordStannisisonesuch,Imeantoseehimdead."

           Whenhewasdone,theyrodeinsilenceforatime.FinallyTyrionsaid,"Aharrowingtale.I’msorry."

           Theeunuchsighed."Youaresorry,butyoudonotbelieveme.No,mylord,noneedtoapologize.Iwasdruggedandinpainanditwasaverylongtimeagoandfaracrossthesea.

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