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Bran

           Helookedsouth,andsawthegreatblue-greenrushoftheTrident.Hesawhisfatherpleadingwiththeking,hisfaceetchedwithgrief.HesawSansacryingherselftosleepatnight,andhesawAryawatchinginsilenceandholdinghersecretshardinherheart.Therewereshadowsallaroundthem.Oneshadowwasdarkasash,withtheterriblefaceofahound.Anotherwasarmoredlikethesun,goldenandbeautiful.Overthembothloomedagiantinarmormadeofstone,butwhenheopenedhisvisor,therewasnothinginsidebutdarknessandthickblackblood.

           Heliftedhiseyesandsawclearacrossthenarrowsea,totheFreeCitiesandthegreenDothrakiseaandbeyond,toVaesDothrakunderitsmountain,tothefabledlandsoftheJadeSea,toAsshaibytheShadow,wheredragonsstirredbeneaththesunrise.

           Finallyhelookednorth.HesawtheWallshininglikebluecrystal,andhisbastardbrotherJonsleepingaloneinacoldbed,hisskingrowingpaleandhardasthememoryofallwarmthfledfromhim.AndhelookedpasttheWall,pastendlessforestscloakedinsnow,pastthefrozenshoreandthegreatblue-whiteriversoficeandthedeadplainswherenothinggreworlived.Northandnorthandnorthhelooked,tothecurtainoflightattheendoftheworld,andthenbeyondthatcurtain.Helookeddeepintotheheartofwinter,andthenhecriedout,afraid,andtheheatofhistearsburnedonhischeeks.

           Nowyouknow,thecrowwhisperedasitsatonhisshoulder.Nowyouknowwhyyoumustlive.

           "Why?"Bransaid,notunderstanding,falling,falling.

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