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First published electronically in Clarkesworld, June 2010. \parA heavy foot scratched for the pedal, reached it, and the light flooded in; the flat light of a prosy sun. She can't hear me, no morethan the Mother Above. Stupid things.

Dog meat would tasteas good as bear, he warned her, his breath frosting with every word. And perhaps Grey Windwould have liked the smell of her as well. Ser Jorah stoodbehind her sweltering in his green surcoat with the black bear of Mormontembroidered upon it. Even if we had a thousand broken panels, it would take weeks for the city to sink to the irrecoverable depths.