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…Thick globs of molten gold dripped down onto his chest, setting the scarlet silk to smoldering… yet no drop of blood was spilled.

He was no dragon, Dany thought, curiously calm. Fire cannot kill a dragon.

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And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The water has turned from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it 

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