ale, narrow faces, and dressed in dark clothes except for a few who wore slashes of color across the chest. Ta'veren, Moiraine sighed. A thousand times a thousand. The pitch-blackness oozed out between the still-moving gates.
You sent Verin to shepherd me, but I'm no sheep, Moiraine. We will come, Liandrin Sedai, Egwene said. For that much, Bornhald was grateful. Tam tried to console Rand when Egwene took sick and died just a week before their wedding.
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