A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands. — George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands. — George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands. — George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands. — George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands. — George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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A harp can be a dangerous as a sword, in the right hands.

— George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
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