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β born the second the sun reached the horizon the castles' very own at night creeping ghost wears a crown made of roses its thorns cut her own slowly torn healed by the sun of dorne and deeply mourned dead or not a mistery no one every solved. β βthe dragon's lost dream [ house of the dragon ] [ targaryen fem!oc ]
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