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. . willfully, Bran suspected. His little brother was stubborn as only a boy of four can be. Bran was glad for Robb's victory, but disquieted as well.
Stalemate. That smile, hard as steel, widening. Or is it? Have you figured it out yet? Haven't you seen its shape emerging from the darkness? Hasn't our duel, rather, evolved into a war of wits?