She worked her arm, feeling the tightness go. The Amyrlin shivered as if she felt those winds icy on the back of her neck. It wasn't yours, either. And when I heard the alarm .
I'm sorry you had to do it, Loial, but it would have killed both of us, or worse. The third is the worst. Not where anyone can hear. The crack disappeared, vines and leaves merging, hiding the blackness of Machin Shin, and the Waygate was only stone again, if stone carved in a nearer semblance of life than seemed possible.
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