( what comes through is a photo file (good luck, Daemon): an image of his hand, the fingered blackened as if dipped in ink and the hue fading up to his palm. as if he returned wrong or perhaps the curse that claimed his grandiose found him without a moment seated on the Iron Throne — an omen for terrible times ahead. )
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Date: 2024-10-30 04:01 pm (UTC)They do not hurt.