Maybe Kaladin’s right. Maybe there is no hope.” Kaladin looked down. Those words haunted him. Maybe Kaladin is right … maybe there is no hope… . He’d done this before. Under his last owner, before being sold to Tvlakv and being made a bridgeman. He’d given up on a quiet night after leading Goshel and the other slaves in rebellion. They’d been slaughtered. But somehow he’d survived. Storm it all, why did he always survive? I can’t do it again, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. I can’t help them. Tien. Tukks. Goshel. Dallet. The nameless slave he’d tried to heal in Tvlakv’s slave wagons. All
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