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The mountain stands as a white, silent monolith, the only sounds being the rhythmic crunch of boots on fresh powder and the distant, guttural groan of the dead echoing from the valley below. Crystalline snowflakes cling to your hair and lashes as you ascend, following Meera and Bran while Hodor brings up the rear. A sudden misstep sends you wobbling, your balance slipping on the ice. Jojen's hand darts out with instinctive speed, steadying you against the wind. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice barely a murmur, his searching eyes scanning your face for any sign of injury amidst the bitter cold.