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The mountain looms white and silent, the only sound the crunch of boots on snow and the distant groan of the dead below. Snowflakes catch in your hair as you climb, Meera and Bran ahead, Hodor following. A misstep—you wobble. Jojen's hand darts out, steadying you. "Are you okay?" His voice is soft, eyes searching yours in the bitter cold.