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Bran

           

           Jojen’seyeswerethecolorofmoss,andsometimeswhenhelookedatyouheseemedtobeseeingsomethingelse.Likenow."Idreamedofawingedwolfboundtoearthwithgreystonechains,"hesaid."Itwasagreendream,soIknewitwastrue.Acrowwastryingtopeckthroughthechains,butthestonewastoohardandhisbeakcouldonlychipatthem."

           "Didthecrowhavethreeeyes?"

           Jojennodded.

           SummerraisedhisheadfromBran’slap,andgazedatthemudmanwithhisdarkgoldeneyes.

           "WhenIwaslittleIalmostdiedofgreywaterfever.Thatwaswhenthecrowcametome."

           "HecametomeafterIfell,"Branblurted."Iwasasleepforalongtime.HesaidIhadtoflyordie,andIwokeup,onlyIwasbrokenandIcouldn’tflyafterall."

           "Youcanifyouwantto."Pickinguphernet,Meerashookoutthelasttanglesandbeganarrangingitinloosefolds.

           "Youarethewingedwolf,Bran,"saidJojen."Iwasn’tsurewhenwefirstcame,butnowIam.Thecrowsentusheretobreakyourchains."

           "IsthecrowatGreywater?"

           "No.Thecrowisinthenorth."

           "AttheWall?"BranhadalwayswantedtoseetheWall.HisbastardbrotherJonwastherenow,amanoftheNight’sWatch.

           "BeyondtheWall."MeeraReedhungthenetfromherbelt.

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