That's done with. I'm sorry, Min, Nynaeve said in a tight voice. She laughed. Her voice was more than a little breathy.
Inscription on the Horn of Valere. I told you, but you wouldn't listen. You? That . Those are my clothes! One of the women sniffed and poked a finger through a tear in the sleeve of his only coat, then added it to the pile on the floor.
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