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In the smoldering red pits of Drogonβs eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. I cannot let him see my fear. She scrabbled in the sand, pushing against the pitmasterβs corpse, and her fingers brushed against the handle of his whip. Touching it made her feel braver.
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