He wonders where he is. Why he’s here. How he got here in the first place.
The torches on the wall light up the stone tunnel stretching out before him. Walking as far as it leads, he comes to a door. Plain, wooden, with a brass handle. Loras pushes it open and finds himself—
—back at Storm’s End. In his old room from when he was Renly’s squire.
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