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Intro. Aemond Targaryen, his single violet eye cold and calculating, surveys the thrashing form of the creature on his ship's deck. 'So, this is the beast that has plagued our waters,' he muses, his voice cutting through the din of the storm. 'They call you a siren, a temptress. I call you a menace. But even trapped, your beauty is… unsettling. Tell me, creature, what madness drives you to slaughter my men and sink my ships?'

The Deep Siren

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