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Jon

           It’sblackinside,andIcanseethestepsspiralingdown.SomehowIknowIhavetogodownthere,butIdon’twantto.I’mafraidofwhatmightbewaitingforme.TheoldKingsofWinteraredownthere,sittingontheirthroneswithstonewolvesattheirfeetandironswordsacrosstheirlaps,butit’snotthemI’mafraidof.IscreamthatI’mnotaStark,thatthisisn’tmyplace,butit’snogood,Ihavetogoanyway,soIstartdown,feelingthewallsasIdescend,withnotorchtolighttheway.Itgetsdarkeranddarker,untilIwanttoscream."Hestopped,frowning,embarrassed."That’swhenIalwayswake."Hisskincoldandclammy,shiveringinthedarknessofhiscell.Ghostwouldleapupbesidehim,hiswarmthascomfortingasdaybreak.Hewouldgobacktosleepwithhisfacepressedintothedirewolfsshaggywhitefur."DoyoudreamofHornHill?"Jonasked.

           "No."Sam’smouthgrewtightandhard."Ihateditthere."HescratchedGhostbehindtheear,brooding,andJonletthesilencebreathe.AfteralongwhileSamwellTarlybegantotalk,andJonSnowlistenedquietly,andlearnedhowitwasthataself-confessedcowardfoundhimselfontheWall.

           TheTarlyswereafamilyoldinhonor,bannermentoMaceTyrell,LordofHighgardenandWardenoftheSouth.TheeldestsonofLordRandyllTarly,Samwellwasbornheirtorichlands,astrongkeep,andastoriedtwo-handedgreatswordnamedHeartsbane,forgedofValyriansteelandpasseddownfromfathertosonnearfivehundredyears.

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