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Bran

           

           "Heretheycome,"thefemalesaid.Meera,somepartofhimwhispered,somewispofthesleepingboylostinthewolfdream."Didyouknowtheywouldbesobig?"

           "Theywillbebiggerstillbeforetheyaregrown,"theyoungmalesaid,watchingthemwitheyeslarge,green,andunafraid."Theblackoneisfulloffearandrage,butthegreyisstrong...strongerthanheknows...canyoufeelhim,sister?"

           "No,"shesaid,movingahandtothehiltofthelongbrownknifeshewore."Gocareful,Jojen."

           "Hewon’thurtme.ThisisnotthedayIdie."Themalewalkedtowardthem,unafraid,andreachedoutforhismuzzle,atouchaslightasasummerbreeze.Yetatthebrushofthosefingersthewooddissolvedandtheverygroundturnedtosmokebeneathhisfeetandswirledawaylaughing,andthenhewasspinningandfalling,falling,falling...

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