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You yourselves may be .mid aboard. Scenes of the path back through the gate being traced out, not the least like the earlier pattern. Scenes of emergence at the other end, of jubilation, of solemnity, of the long haul home.
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Only Ser Davos dressed simply, in brown doublet and green wool mantle, and only call to post Ser Davos met his gaze, with pity in his eyes. You are too ill and too confused to be of use to me, old man.
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