There were times she was afraid she might have been spoiled by not having to work harder for her abilities with the One Power. She should wear it more; it was a duty. Shattered bits of mirror crunched beneath her boots. d Merana adding what she knew of the prophecy, though she admitted that was not very much, little more than Min.
He hated that. And woven through it all, weariness. Or that he was bloody pleading with them. The knife nearly followed him to the floor.
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