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Sam would have cried for him, but thosetears would only freeze as well, and he could scarcely keep his eyes open now. The war? asked Davos. “It’s too big and it’s just one book anyway!”“It’s the only one I want,” I said. Twenty, thirty thousand, we didn't stay to count.
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