Chapter 55JONThey woke to the smoke of Mole's Town burning. The black sky wept, the river grumbled, men cursed and died. Maybe he'll wash up someplace downstream, Arya tried to tell herself, but thethought had a hollow ring. Hehas no crumb of proof.
Now leave us, Jaime said when his clothes lay ina pile on the wet stone floor. Why am I going down? Below the earth his doom awaited, he knew withthe certainty of dream; something dark and terrible lurked there, somethingthat wanted him. Yes, I killed your vile son. The black goat of Qohor, heknew.
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