So the yoke is moved from one woman to another. Jana frowns as she puts the paper aside, drinking a mug of way-too-cooled coffee in a candlelit break from her tome work. I'm happy that ser Crofte is freed of that influence, but lady Edda doesn't deserve this either.




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