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He is proud, and prickly to a fault. Leah sat at his right, and an older woman—perhaps his mother?—on his left. The recent rains had rusted hismail and left brown stains on the white of his cloak and surcoat. Bronn's coal-black hair was freshly washed and brushed straight back from thehard lines of his face, and he was dres

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