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Bran

           Yetevensothedarknessthickened,untilitcoveredhiseyesandfilledhisnoseandstoppedhisears,sohecouldnotseeorsmellorhearorrun,andthegreycliffsweregoneandthedeadhorsewasgoneandhisbrotherwasgoneandallwasblackandstillandblackandcoldandblackanddeadandblack...

           "Bran,"avoicewaswhisperingsoftly."Bran,comeback.Comebacknow,Bran.Bran..."

           Heclosedhisthirdeyeandopenedtheothertwo,theoldtwo,theblindtwo.Inthedarkplaceallmenwereblind.Butsomeonewasholdinghim.Hecouldfeelarmsaroundhim,thewarmthofabodysnuggledclose.HecouldhearHodorsinging"Hodor,hodor,hodor,"quietlytohimself.

           "Bran?"ItwasMeera’svoice."Youwerethrashing,makingterriblenoises.Whatdidyousee?"

           "Winterfell."Histonguefeltstrangeandthickinhismouth.OnedaywhenIcomebackIwon’tknowhowtotalkanymore."ItwasWinterfell.Itwasallonfire.Therewerehorsesmells,andsteel,andblood.Theykilledeveryone,Meera."

           Hefeltherhandonhisface,strokingbackhishair."You’reallsweaty,"shesaid."Doyouneedadrink?"

           "Adrink,"heagreed.Sheheldaskintohislips,andBranswallowedsofastthewaterranoutofthecornerofhismouth.Hewasalwaysweakandthirstywhenhecameback.Andhungrytoo.Herememberedthedyinghorse,thetasteofbloodinhismouth,thesmellofburntfleshinthemorningair.

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