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Father Hart stood frozen in place, staring at Cersei. Her words hung in the air like a thick fog, the weight of her plea pressing down on him, heavy and suffocating. "I need you to help me. Not as a priest... but as someone who believes in me."
How had they come to this point? He had thought that by keeping his distance, by avoiding her and her pul