



The wolf blood, Arya remembered now. I’ll be as strong as Robb, I said I would. She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. I am a direwolf, and done with the wooden teeth.
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