The vertical silver slash began to rotate open, revealing the shadow-cloaked ruins of greatness, not quite as dark as the hallway. Her hands trembled as she reached up to take his head between them. Nynaeve jumped, and tried to pull her toward the door, but she stood her ground. Better the rest of you go now.
Come along. She did not lessen the pressure of her blade, though. We are well settled at the inn of which we spoke, and we have met with the wool merchant. We heard that much for ourselves.
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