[ her breath is stolen from her lungs. she gulps -- but nothing happens, because she's locked up in a memory of something...something she'd heard about: second- or third-hand, and at such a distance. but here it happens in full colour and hard truth. the attack on bran, and that knife that had been so important.
tears fall down her cheeks -- even after the memory ends. sansa is left clutching the unfinished charm, her chest heaving with sorrow. ]
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tears fall down her cheeks -- even after the memory ends. sansa is left clutching the unfinished charm, her chest heaving with sorrow. ]