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He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way. —One of Daenerys Targaryen's visions in the House of the Undying
- ↑ A Clash of Kings, Chapter 48, Daenerys IV.