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Bran

           

           Meeracametothewindowseatandputahandonhisshoulder."Theywillnotbelieve,Bran.Nomorethanyoudid."

           JojensatonBran’sbed."Tellmewhatyoudream."

           Hewasscared,eventhen,buthehadsworntotrustthem,andaStarkofWinterfellkeepshisswornword."There’sdifferentkinds,"hesaidslowly."There’sthewolfdreams,thosearen’tsobadastheothers.Irunandhuntandkillsquirrels.Andthere’sdreamswherethecrowcomesandtellsmetofly.Sometimesthetreeisinthosedreamstoo,callingmyname.Thatfrightensme.ButtheworstdreamsarewhenIfall."Helookeddownintotheyard,feelingmiserable."Ineverusedtofallbefore.WhenIclimbed,Iwenteveryplace,upontheroofsandalongthewalls,IusedtofeedthecrowsintheBurnedTower.MotherwasafraidthatIwouldfallbutIknewIneverwould.OnlyIdid,andnowwhenIsleepIfallallthetime."

           Meeragavehisshoulderasqueeze."Isthatall?"

           "Iguess."

           "Warg,"saidJojenReed.

           Branlookedathim,hiseyeswide."What?"

           "Warg.Shapechanger.Beastling.Thatiswhattheywillcallyou,iftheyshouldeverhearofyourwolfdreams."

           Thenamesmadehimafraidagain."Whowillcallme?"

           "Yourownfolk.Infear.Somewillhateyouiftheyknowwhatyouare.Somewilleventrytokillyou."

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