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All well-dressed for travel, many wore silk, most with light linen dustcloaks, but not a bead of sweat showed on any face. The room was not entirely dark. How long, Nynaeve? Garenia, who held Elayne's shield, channeled another slender, flow of Air, not gently. Reanne's head jerked up in a most satisfactory way.
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