When she looked again, the monsters would be gone. Irri fetched the egg with the deep green shell, bronze flecks shining amid its scales as she turned it in her small hands. Good men have gone into those woods before, and never come out. That's not fair.
What are you doing? he shrieked. He had fallen right on the edge, inches from the blue. Very well. The children could, Bran said.
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