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| 74459f8 | She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night. | death fantasy dreams dance-with-dragons high-fantasy other song-of-ice-and-fire melisandre wolves epic-fantasy dragons lions series | George R.R. Martin |