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“On a cushioned stool at his feet perched a plump pink lady. Behind Lord Wyman’s stood two younger women, sisters by the look of them. The elder wore her brown hair bound in a long braid. The younger, no more than fifteen, had an even longer braid, dyed a garish green.”

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Book:A Dance with Dragons
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