tear down the last gods
They promise altars and arks; the hollow earth, the ascending light. You will be gold, and gold again. When their throats are torn open, they reveal to be hollow.
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Catelyn: If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, we die.Robb: Well, that makes it simple then.Catelyn: I suppose it does.

Catelyn: If you lose, your father dies, your sisters die, we die.
Robb: Well, that makes it simple then.
Catelyn: I suppose it does.

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