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❝ — Ah, Lady Stark. Come to mingle amongst those of whom reside within the gloom? I fear the local is particularly d r e a r y , and yet; naught single choice I might oft have embraced, in regards to it. Come, I beseech you-- unlock these chains, u n b i n d me; and perchance we two may yet exchange truest of words, and some means to an end, of this thrice forsaken ordeal.❞ Chains rattled, metal links delivering truly chilling noise; truest accompaniment to those emerald daggers, of which wandered not from the woman's form -- the only soul solidified, in this hell of utter isolation.










