| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Petyr chuckled, twirling one long strand of auburn hair around his finger.Would you like me to?Sansa stared at him for a long moment, her smiling man.I would like for you to trust me, she said instead, and meant every word.There is a man I need you to find, Sansa began.The winter-thing looked up, waiting.You know him, Sansa said, softly, His mark was nearly ours.The thing laughed, and sho
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