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The
voice
was
high
and
thin
.
Bran
looked
around
to
see
where
it
was
coming
from
.
A
crow
was
spiraling
down
with
him
,
just
out
of
reach
,
following
him
as
he
fell
.
"
Help
me
,
"
he
said
.
I
'm
trying
,
the
crow
replied
.
Say
,
got
any
corn
?
Bran
reached
into
his
pocket
as
the
darkness
spun
dizzily
around
him
.
When
he
pulled
his
hand
out
,
golden
kernels
slid
from
between
his
fingers
into
the
air
.
They
fell
with
him
.
The
crow
landed
on
his
hand
and
began
to
eat
.
"
Are
you
really
a
crow
?
"
Bran
asked
.
Are
you
really
falling
?
the
crow
asked
back
.
"
It
's
just
a
dream
,
"
Bran
said
.
Is
it
?
asked
the
crow
.
"
I
'll
wake
up
when
I
hit
the
ground
,
"
Bran
told
the
bird
.
You
'll
die
when
you
hit
the
ground
,
the
crow
said
.
It
went
back
to
eating
corn
.
