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smaller and dimmer every time they went
around. Their footsteps echoed off the damp stonesand the water sounds grew louder. “Should we have brought torches?”
Jojen asked.
“Your eyes will adjust” said Sam. “Keep one hand on the wall and you won’t fall.”
The well grew darker and colder with every turn. When Bran finally lifted his head around to look back up the shaftthe top
of the well was no bigger than a half-moon. “Hodor“ Hodor whispered“Hodorhodorhodorhodorhodorhodor” the well
whispered back. The water sounds were closebut when Bran peered down he saw only blackness.
A turn or two later Sam stopped suddenly. He was a quarter of the way around the well from Bran and Hodor and six feet
farther downyet Bran could barely see him. He could see the doorthough. The Black GateSam had called itbut it wasn’t
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black at all.
It was white weirwoodand there was a face on it.
A glow came from the woodlike milk and moonlightso faint it scarcely seemed to touch anything beyond the door itself
not even Sam standing right before it. The face was old and palewrinkled and shrunken. It looks dead. Its mouth was closed
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