“The Black Tower protects,” Logain heard himself say. “Always.” “I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age,” the woman promised, holding her son. “I would have him join you, if he has the talent.” The talent. Not the curse. The talent. Light bathed them. He stopped. That beam of light to the north… channeling like none he’d ever felt before, not even at the cleansing. Such power. “It’s happening,” Gabrelle said, stepping up to him. Logain reached to his belt, then took three items from his pouch. Discs, half white, half black. The nearby Asha’man turned toward him, pausing in
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