She knows too much. The camp was like some fetid swamp where strange growths sprouted unseen in mists. She had to. Dashiva and Flinn and Narishma, the three Asha'man he had retained, waited beside their horses, even Dashiva resplendent with the silver s
Grunting men struggled with them face-to-face, elbowing each other for room to stab or swing a club at them. Moist breezes, not dry. Pitfalls and Tripwires181Spreading the map out and weighting the corners with ink jars and sand bottles, Rand measured off distances with his fingers. They simply disappeared, and she was leaning against a thick redstone column, panting as though she had sprinted a mile, heart beating fit to burst.
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