Sitting beside it, now illuminated, was Szeth’s Oathstone. The figure’s face was dark; he wore a mask. Szeth dismissed his Shardblade and went down on one knee. “What are your orders?” “There is a list on the table,” the figure said, closing his hand and hiding the Oathstone. “It details our master’s wishes.” Szeth rose and walked over. Beside the head, which rested on a plate to contain the blood, was a sheet of paper. He took it, and his Stormlight illuminated some two dozen names written in the warrior’s script of his homeland. Some had a note beside them with instructions on how they were
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