LIVE IN THE SUNSHINE, SWIM THE SEA, DRINK THE WILD AIR

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Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.

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