“Are there any other spren like the one who bonded you? Would some want other willing singers? Someone like me?” “Yes,” Venli said to Mourning, “but I sent them away. The Fused would have seen them, hunted them.” She paused, then her rhythm changed to Confusion. “And Timbre says … she says you’re spoken for?” “What?” he said. “By that honorspren who said he’d take me? I turned him down. I…” The room went dark. Then it shone as crystals grew out from his feet like … like stained glass windows, covering the floor. They showed a figure rising in blue-glowing Shardplate, and a tower coming alight.
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