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So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. He opened to the section on House Lannister once more, and turned the pages slowly, hoping against hope that something would leap out at him. Be that as it may. Her thoughts were more of Robb, the infant at her breast, than of the husband she scarcely knew.
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