![]() ![]() Ravens! They were in the weirwood, hundreds of them, thousands, perched on the bone-white branches, peering between the leaves. Sam Tarly turned the color of curdled milk, and his eyes went wide as plates. The starlight itself seemed to stir, and all around them the trees groaned and creaked. ![]() He heard the dark red leaves of the weirwood rustling, whispering to one another in a tongue he did not know.
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