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... > The salt-laden breeze whipped through Yara's hair as she stood at the prow of Black Wind, her fingers gripping the weathered railing.
Behind her, the Iron Fleet stretched like a dark forest across the Blackwater Bay, black sails billowing against the morning sky. King's Landing loomed ahead, its walls gleaming pale gold in the sunrise.
Yara rolled her shoulders, feeling the phantom sensation where her dragon wings would unfurl if she wished.
That gift from Viserys—those ...
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