Rand shut his mouth and tucked in his shirt. And if Padan Fain is so dangerous, Moiraine would have said something - He barked a laugh. I forget myself. Only a handful remain, far fewer even than angreal.
Cunningly balanced, the top lifted back to reveal a curled, golden horn nestled within a space designed to hold it. When he had the last cord unfastened, he opened out what was folded inside with hands that felt numb, then stared at it, his mouth full of dust. He could feel every particle of it, tiny bits a thousand times too small to be seen with the eye. Light help me! Was it Amalisa had this made, or Moiraine? How many .
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