Most of the buildings in Foregate seemed to be wood, however big they were, and a good many looked new, if poorly made. In his present mood, Thom would not have noticed if the empty street had been on fire. I just wish I could make some sense of it. But look at you, dicing with stablehands.
And again and again there was only the taint. I suppose not, Loial sighed. He had a vague memory of the void closing round him as he fell asleep, filled with that uneasy glow. Why, child, what's the matter? Egwene drew a deep breath.
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