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    "Are you nose-blind, man?" Ser Manfred asked. The old refrain came to Dunk's lips – thick as a castle wall, slow as an aurochs – but he held it back with an effort. "Haven't you seen a heat come on before?"

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    The picturesque village of Buell, Maine is one of the last in the United States to continue the tradition of the “harvest” or “prosperity” lottery. Its residents insist the lottery makes them stronger, even as condemnation from outsiders grows.

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    Dunk sighs and rubs at his face. He wants breakfast. He wants to go back to bed. He wants to ride to Storm's End and strangle Lyonel Baratheon himself.

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    noun. 1. the outer limits or edge of an area or object. 2. the external boundary or surface of a body.

    Dunk's always been better at noticing things outside of regular purview. It's a great trait for any monster hunter. Unfortunately, the Laughing Storm has noticed him right back. This is decidedly less great.

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    “I jested earlier about you cowering like a maiden,” he recalled.

    Dunk took a breath and held it fast as Lyonel walked his fingers up Dunk’s chest to his throat. A wild thing turned about in his mind, hackles raised and blood hot. It seemed Lyonel fanned its flames, heedless or perhaps fully aware of what he roused.

    “You have ‘polished your lance’, eh?”

    “I’ve… what?” Lyonel’s head met Dunk’s chest with a laugh. He had enough time to begin to feel offended before Lyonel looked up from beneath a stray tangle of hair. His eyes glinted in the candlelight; Dunk’s mouth went dry.

    “Fucked, lad. You’ve fucked someone, surely?” Lyonel searched his face for an answer. Dunk wished he had the skill of lying when pressed, but no easy tale came to his lips.

    “No. Seven fucking hells, you’re taking me for a fool, aren’t you?”

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    🦌 Lyonel Baratheon takes an interest in Dunk the night before the Tourney~ 🦌

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