“I hadn’t expected this until the blood moon,” a rough voice muttered somewhere to my right and I stilled, concealed behind a wooden carving of Leo which was so large that it blocked the view of the shrine surrounding the exit. “You think the Grand Maester will act?” a more feminine rasp replied. “You seriously think he might not?” Silence followed for several seconds but my instincts held me in place. “The neophytes won’t be coming through here now. Let’s witness it for ourselves,” the male voice suggested, and I inched to my left just far enough to spy the gold cloaks worn by the Reapers.
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