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Few remain in existence. It was too late to pretend to be afraid of them now. I am well aware of my limits. They aren't, but then again, they are.

Centered under the dome was a thing made of three rounded, silver arches, each just tall enough to walk under, sitting on a thick silver ring with their ends touching each other. Yes, Rand, we do. The extraneous thought fluttered through the void on waves of light, disturbing the emptiness, and as if the Warder could read Rand's mind, the practice sword whirled in Lan's hands. Ingtar still did not seem convinced, but Verin was as smooth and as implacable as snow sliding down a mountainside.