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Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower?
It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time..
but it wasn’t.