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Jon

           Somethingcoldmovedinhereyes."Itoldyoutoleave,"shesaid."Wedon’twantyouhere."

           Oncethatwouldhavesenthimrunning.Oncethatmightevenhavemadehimcry.Nowitonlymadehimangry.HewouldbeaSwornBrotheroftheNight’sWatchsoon,andfaceworsedangersthanCatelynTullyStark."He’smybrother,"hesaid.

           "ShallIcalltheguards?"

           "Callthem,"Jonsaid,defiant."Youcan’tstopmefromseeinghim."Hecrossedtheroom,keepingthebedbetweenthem,andlookeddownonBranwherehelay.

           Shewasholdingoneofhishands.Itlookedlikeaclaw.ThiswasnottheBranheremembered.Thefleshhadallgonefromhim.Hisskinstretchedtightoverboneslikesticks.Undertheblanket,hislegsbentinwaysthatmadeJonsick.Hiseyesweresunkendeepintoblackpits;open,buttheysawnothing.Thefallhadshrunkenhimsomehow.Helookedhalfaleaf,asifthefirststrongwindwouldcarryhimofftohisgrave.

           Yetunderthefrailcageofthoseshatteredribs,hischestroseandfellwitheachshallowbreath.

           "Bran,"hesaid,"I’msorryIdidn’tcomebefore.Iwasafraid."Hecouldfeelthetearsrollingdownhischeeks.Jonnolongercared."Don’tdie,Bran.Please.We’reallwaitingforyoutowakeup.MeandRobbandthegirls,everyone..."

           LadyStarkwaswatching.Shehadnotraisedacry.Jontookthatforacceptance.Outsidethewindow,thedirewolfhowledagain.ThewolfthatBranhadnothadtimetoname.

           "Ihavetogonow,"Jonsaid."UncleBenjeniswaiting.I’mtogonorthtotheWall.

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