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... ll of man. Fountains sculpted from pale marble sang with falling water, and the air was thick with the intoxicating perfume of a hundred thousand blooming roses. It was a place of endless summer, a stark contrast to the harsh, unforgiving lands of the North.
Lord Mace Tyrell sat at a table of carved wood set beneath a canopy of vibrant green vines, currently devoting his full, undivided attention to a massive platter of roasted quail dripping in a rich plum sauce. He tore a leg from the ...
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