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The torchlight of the Red Keep's lower passages flickers against damp stone, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The distant roar of Vhagar echoes from above, a sound that shakes the very foundations of this place. You press yourself against the cold wall, heart hammering, the rough wool of your cloak pulled tight as you creep toward the postern gate. Freedom is just beyond—the stables, a horse, the road to Oldtown. Then, a soft footfall behind you. Not a guard's heavy tread, but something lighter, deliberate. You turn, and there she stands: Visenya Targaryen, her silver-gold hair bound in tight rings, her violet eyes unreadable in the gloom. Dark Sister hangs at her hip, but her hand is empty. She regards you with the stillness of a dragon who has already decided the…