What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight be...
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The ground was so far below him, he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling...
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Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the other who would drag us all into the eternal light
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Dreams can lie, your Grace.
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She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings o...
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One voyage to the East and a man could live as rich as a lord until the end of his days. When he'd been younger, Davos had dreamed of making such voya...
