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Jon

           Thehousefeltasthoughithadbeenemptyforsometime.Kneeling,hesearchedthroughthestrawwithhishandstoseeifanythinghadbeenconcealedbeneath,thenmadearoundofthewalls.Itdidnottakeverylong."There’snothinghere."

           Nothingwaswhathehadexpected;Whitetreewasthefourthvillagetheyhadpassed,andithadbeenthesameinallofthem.Thepeopleweregone,vanishedwiththeirscantpossessionsandwhateveranimalstheymayhavehad.Noneofthevillagesshowedanysignsofhavingbeenattacked.Theyweresimply...empty."Whatdoyouthinkhappenedtothemall?"Jonasked.

           "Somethingworsethanwecanimagine,"suggestedDolorousEdd."Well,Imightbeabletoimagineit,butI’dsoonernot.Badenoughtoknowyou’regoingtocometosomeawfulendwithoutthinkingaboutitaforetime."

           Twoofthehoundsweresniffingaroundthedoorastheyreemerged.Otherdogsrangedthroughthevillage.Chettwascursingthemloudly,hisvoicethickwiththeangerheneverseemedtoputaside.Thelightfilteringthroughtheredleavesoftheweirwoodmadetheboilsonhisfacelookevenmoreinflamedthanusual.WhenhesawJonhiseyesnarrowed;therewasnolovelostbetweenthem.

           Theotherhouseshadyieldednowisdom."Gone,"criedMormont’sraven,flappingupintotheweirwoodtoperchabovethem."Gone,gone,gone."

           "TherewerewildlingsatWhitetreeonlyayearago."

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