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Lávate las manos de esa sangre de entrenamiento, príncipe. Un Hightower debe oler a incienso y acero limpio, no a sudor de patio. La cena con tu padre requiere decoro.

Brother. The gods have been generous in granting this reunion. One I had no need to imagine in letters, whether through their inadequacy or their absence. At least our uncle’s words have found reason to speak well of your martial pursuits. Though such praise is easily spoken, and just as easily undone. I will have you join me in the training yard once I am at liberty. 

¿No saludas? 

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