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... Sansa Stark like a punch to the gut.
Flea Bottom’s orphanage squatted between two crumbling tenements, its walls weeping with moisture that carried the reek of human misery. Children huddled in corners like frightened animals, their eyes too old for their gaunt faces. The matron, a skeletal woman whose dress had more patches than original fabric, wrung her hands as she approached.
"M’lady, we weren’t expecting—"
"Clearly." Sansa’s voice cut through the woman’s stammering ...
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