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Tohrein looked across the bay at the Gates of Sia’tai. It had to be them. It had taken him all day to make his was
Ostel stood before the tip of the Gods Arrow Fallen to Earth and stared. The summons had touched him with an energy he did not
Jorah had made it across the desert. He Soot, his horse. Of a hundred men and women who had started out across the Anvil, only
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