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When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.
Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall.
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?
“You have wings,” Bran pointed out. Maybe you do too.