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Daenerys

           Thefiguresaroundthetablewerenomorethanblueshadows.AsDanywalkedtotheemptychairatthefootofthetable,theydidnotstir,norspeak,norturntofaceher.Therewasnosoundbuttheslow,deepbeatoftherottingheart.

           Throughtheindigomurk,shecouldmakeoutthewizenedfeaturesoftheUndyingOnetoherright,anoldoldman,wrinkledandhairless.Hisfleshwasaripeviolet-blue,hislipsandnailsbluerstill,sodarktheywerealmostblack.Eventhewhitesofhiseyeswereblue.Theystaredunseeingattheancientwomanontheoppositesideofthetable,whosegownofpalesilkhadrottedonherbody.OnewitheredbreastwasleftbareintheQartheenmanner,toshowapointedbluenipplehardasleather.

           Sheisnotbreathing.Danylistenedtothesilence.Noneofthemarebreathing,andtheydonotmove,andthoseeyesseenothing.CoulditbethattheUndyingOnesweredead?

           "Ihavecomeforthegiftoftruth,"Danysaid."Inthelonghall,thethingsIsaw...weretheytruevisions,orlies?Pastthings,orthingstocome?Whatdidtheymean?"

           ...theshapeofshadows...morrowsnotyetmade...drinkfromthecupofice...drinkfromthecupoffire...

           ...motherofdragons...childofthree...

           "Three?"Shedidnotunderstand.

           "Idon’t..."Hervoicewasnomorethanawhisper,almostasfaintastheirs.Whatwashappeningtoher?"Idon’tunderstand,"shesaid,moreloudly.

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