“She corrupted them,” Kaladin’s spren whispered. Shallan took a break, wiping her brow with a handkerchief from her satchel. They were distant enough that the lights of souls in Kholinar were just a general haze of light. “What was that, spren?” Azure asked. “Corrupted?” “That’s why we’re here. The Oathgate—do you remember those two spren in the sky? Those two are the gateway’s soul, but the red coloring … They must be His now. That’s why we ended up here, instead of going to Urithiru.” Sja-anat, Shallan thought, said she was supposed to kill us. But that she’d try not to. Shallan wiped her
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