Clawed feet grasped the cobblestones. There is too much light here and too much dark there. The images that had flooded into his mind were fading; he was sure many were already gone from memory. The lathes of Lan's practice sword flexed and bent - ever so slowly, it seemed to Rand - then shattered, sharp points oozing toward his heart, jagged lathes piercing his skin.
And I want to visit with him, he added quickly; she seemed on the point of telling him to leave them. Well, Changu said finally. If they are older than the Age of Legends, maybe the people who built them didn't use the Power. Here we labor, here we toil,here the towering trees will grow.
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