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Bran

           

           Sittingcross-leggedundertheweirwood,JojenReedregardedhimsolemnly."ItwouldbegoodifyouleftWinterfell,Bran."

           "Itwould?"

           "Yes.Andsoonerratherthanlater."

           "Mybrotherhasthegreensight,"saidMeera."Hedreamsthingsthathaven’thappened,butsometimestheydo."

           "Thereisnosometimes,Meera."Alookpassedbetweenthem;himsad,herdefiant.

           "Tellmewhat’sgoingtohappen,"Bransaid.

           "Iwill,"saidJojen,"ifyou’lltellmeaboutyourdreams."

           Thegodswoodgrewquiet.Brancouldhearleavesrustling,andHodor’sdistantsplashingfromthehotpools.Hethoughtofthegoldenmanandthethree-eyedcrow,rememberedthecrunchofbonesbetweenhisjawsandthecopperytasteofblood."Idon’thavedreams.MaesterLuwingivesmesleepingdraughts."

           "Dotheyhelp?"

           "Sometimes."

           Meerasaid,"AllofWinterfellknowsyouwakeatnightshoutingandsweating,Bran.Thewomentalkofitatthewell,andtheguardsintheirhall."

           "Telluswhatfrightensyousomuch,"saidJojen.

           "Idon’twantto.Anyway,it’sonlydreams.MaesterLuwinsaysdreamsmightmeananythingornothing."

           "Mybrotherdreamsasotherboysdo,andthosedreamsmightmeananything,"Meerasaid,"butthegreendreamsaredifferent."

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