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Tyrion

           Thethicketsofironwoodandsentinelandoakthathadoncegrowntherehadbeenharvestedcenturiesago,tocreateabroadswathofopengroundthroughwhichnoenemycouldhopetopassunseen.TyrionhadheardthatelsewherealongtheWall,betweenthethreefortresses,thewildwoodhadcomecreepingbackoverthedecades,thattherewereplaceswheregrey-greensentinelsandpalewhiteweirwoodshadtakenrootintheshadowoftheWallitself,butCastleBlackhadaprodigiousappetiteforfirewood,andheretheforestwasstillkeptatbaybytheaxesoftheblackbrothers.

           Itwasneverfar,though.FromuphereTyrioncouldseeit,thedarktreesloomingbeyondthestretchofopenground,likeasecondwallbuiltparalleltothefirst,awallofnight.Fewaxeshadeverswunginthatblackwood,whereeventhemoonlightcouldnotpenetratetheancienttangleofrootandthornandgraspinglimb.Outtherethetreesgrewhuge,andtherangerssaidtheyseemedtobroodandknewnotmen.ItwassmallwondertheNight’sWatchnameditthehauntedforest.

           Ashestoodthereandlookedatallthatdarknesswithnofiresburninganywhere,withthewindblowingandthecoldlikeaspearinhisguts,TyrionLannisterfeltasthoughhecouldalmostbelievethetalkoftheOthers,theenemyinthenight.Hisjokesofgrumkinsandsnarksnolongerseemedquitesodroll.

           "Myuncleisoutthere,"JonSnowsaidsoftly,leaningonhisspearashestaredoffintothedarkness

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