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Jon

           Theheftofsteelinhisfistmadehimbolder.Hemovedupthesteps,Ghostpaddingsilentlybeforehim.Shadowslurkedineveryturnofthestair.Joncreptupwarily,probinganysuspiciousdarknesswiththepointofhissword.

           SuddenlyheheardtheshriekofMormont’sraven."Corn,"thebirdwasscreaming."Corn,corn,corn,corn,corn,corn."Ghostboundedahead,andJoncamescramblingafter.ThedoortoMormont’ssolarwaswideopen.Thedirewolfplungedthrough.Jonstoppedinthedoorway,bladeinhand,givinghiseyesamomenttoadjust.Heavydrapeshadbeenpulledacrossthewindows,andthedarknesswasblackasink."Who’sthere?"hecalledout.

           Thenhesawit,ashadowintheshadows,slidingtowardtheinnerdoorthatledtoMormont’ssleepingcell,aman-shapeallinblack,cloakedandhooded...butbeneaththehood,itseyesshonewithanicyblueradiance...

           Ghostleapt.Manandwolfwentdowntogetherwithneitherscreamnorsnarl,rolling,smashingintoachair,knockingoveratableladenwithpapers.Mormont’sravenwasflappingoverhead,screaming,"Corn,corn,corn,corn."JonfeltasblindasMaesterAemon.Keepingthewalltohisback,heslidtowardthewindowandrippeddownthecurtain.Moonlightfloodedthesolar.Heglimpsedblackhandsburiedinwhitefur,swollendarkfingerstighteningaroundhisdirewolf’sthroat.Ghostwastwistingandsnapping,legsflailingintheair,buthecouldnotbreakfree.

           Jonhadnotimetobeafraid.

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