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               Her apartment is shabby but
       it isn’t in a bad part of town– she
       has Baelish to thank for that. But
       thanking him makes her skin crawl
       and her throat constrict and her
       body feeling dirty in places she can’t
       reach. Her apartment is shabby but
       Sansa Alayne can’t complain. She’s
       too busy coming off a double shift.

               It’s dark as she pads through
       the apartment, heading straight for
       the fridge– but there is a glint, in her
       periphery and it speeds her heart up,
       double time. The silence just seem to
       overwhelm her. She doesn’t turn.

               "Are you here to kill me?“