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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When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. it seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me.

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