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"
It
's
dead
,
"
she
said
aloud
.
"
It
's
just
a
skull
,
it
ca
n't
hurt
me
.
"
Yet
somehow
the
monster
seemed
to
know
she
was
there
.
She
could
feel
its
empty
eyes
watching
her
through
the
gloom
,
and
there
was
something
in
that
dim
,
cavernous
room
that
did
not
love
her
.
She
edged
away
from
the
skull
and
backed
into
a
second
,
larger
than
the
first
.
For
an
instant
she
could
feel
its
teeth
digging
into
her
shoulder
,
as
if
it
wanted
a
bite
of
her
flesh
.
Arya
whirled
,
felt
leather
catch
and
tear
as
a
huge
fang
nipped
at
her
jerkin
,
and
then
she
was
running
.
Another
skull
loomed
ahead
,
the
biggest
monster
of
all
,
but
Arya
did
not
even
slow
.
She
leapt
over
a
ridge
of
black
teeth
as
tall
as
swords
,
dashed
through
hungry
jaws
,
and
threw
herself
against
the
door
.
Her
hands
found
a
heavy
iron
ring
set
in
the
wood
,
and
she
yanked
at
it
.
The
door
resisted
a
moment
,
before
it
slowly
began
to
swing
inward
,
with
a
creak
so
loud
Arya
was
certain
it
could
be
heard
all
through
the
city
.
She
opened
the
door
just
far
enough
to
slip
through
,
into
the
hallway
beyond
.
If
the
room
with
the
monsters
had
been
dark
,
the
hall
was
the
blackest
pit
in
the
seven
hells
.
Calm
as
still
water
,
Arya
told
herself
,
but
even
when
she
gave
her
eyes
a
moment
to
adjust
,
there
was
nothing
to
see
but
the
vague
grey
outline
of
the
door
she
had
come
through
.
She
wiggled
her
fingers
in
front
of
her
face
,
felt
the
air
move
,
saw
nothing
.
She
was
blind
.
A
water
dancer
sees
with
all
her
senses
,
she
reminded
herself
.
She
closed
her
eyes
and
steadied
her
breathing
one
two
three
,
drank
in
the
quiet
,
reached
out
with
her
hands
.
Her
fingers
brushed
against
rough
unfinished
stone
to
her
left
.
She
followed
the
wall
,
her
hand
skimming
along
the
surface
,
taking
small
gliding
steps
through
the
darkness
.
All
halls
lead
somewhere
.
Where
there
is
a
way
in
,
there
is
a
way
out
.
Fear
cuts
deeper
than
swords
.
Arya
would
not
be
afraid
.
It
seemed
as
if
she
had
been
walking
a
long
ways
when
the
wall
ended
abruptly
and
a
draft
of
cold
air
blew
past
her
cheek
.
Loose
hairs
stirred
faintly
against
her
skin
.
From
somewhere
far
below
her
,
she
heard
noises
.
The
scrape
of
boots
,
the
distant
sound
of
voices
.
A
flickering
light
brushed
the
wall
ever
so
faintly
,
and
she
saw
that
she
stood
at
the
top
of
a
great
black
well
,
a
shaft
twenty
feet
across
plunging
deep
into
the
earth
.
Huge
stones
had
been
set
into
the
curving
walls
as
steps
,
circling
down
and
down
,
dark
as
the
steps
to
hell
that
Old
Nan
used
to
tell
them
of
.
And
something
was
coming
up
out
of
the
darkness
,
out
of
the
bowels
of
the
earth
...
Arya
peered
over
the
edge
and
felt
the
cold
black
breath
on
her
face
.
Far
below
,
she
saw
the
light
of
a
single
torch
,
small
as
the
flame
of
a
candle
.
Two
men
,
she
made
out
.
Their
shadows
writhed
against
the
sides
of
the
well
,
tall
as
giants
.
She
could
hear
their
voices
,
echoing
up
the
shaft
.
"
...
found
one
bastard
,
"
one
said
.
"
The
rest
will
come
soon
.
A
day
,
two
days
,
a
fortnight
...
"
"
And
when
he
learns
the
truth
,
what
will
he
do
?
"
a
second
voice
asked
in
the
liquid
accents
of
the
Free
Cities
.
