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Bran

           

           AndthenBranwasbackabedinhislonelytowerroom,tangledinhisblankets,hisbreathcominghard."Summer,"hecriedaloud."Summer."Hisshoulderseemedtoache,asifhehadfallenonit,butheknewitwasonlytheghostofwhatthewolfwasfeeling.Jojentoldittrue.Iamabeastling.Outsidehecouldhearthefaintbarkingofdogs.Theseahascome.It’sflowingoverthewalls,justasJojensaw.Brangrabbedthebaroverheadandpulledhimselfup,shoutingforhelp.Noonecame,andafteramomentherememberedthatnoonewould.Theyhadtakentheguardoffhisdoor.SerRodrikhadneededeverymanoffightingagehecouldlayhishandson,soWinterfellhadbeenleftwithonlyatokengarrison.

           Theresthadlefteightdayspast,sixhundredmenfromWinterfellandthenearestholdfasts.CleyCerwynwasbringingthreehundredmoretojointhemonthemarch,andMaesterLuwinhadsentravensbeforethem,summoningleviesfromWhiteHarborandthebarrowlandsandeventhedeepplacesinsidethewolfswood.Torrhen’sSquarewasunderattackbysomemonstrouswarchiefnamedDagmerCleftjaw.OldNansaidhecouldn’tbekilled,thatonceafoehadcuthisheadintwowithanaxe,butDagmerwassofiercehe’djustpushedthetwohalvesbacktogetherandheldthemuntiltheyhealedup.CouldDagmerhavewon?Torrhen’sSquarewasmanydaysfromWinterfell,yetstill...

           Branpulledhimselffromthebed,movingbartobaruntilhereachedthewindows.

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