voice. ‘I suppose it was all the talk of the Black Tower in the Hall yesterday. I tested for resonance. They were killed with saidin.’ A grimace of disgust crossed her face. ‘I think someone just wove solid flows of Air around their heads and let them smother.’ Shuddering, she drew her cloak closer. Egwene wanted to shudder, too. She was surprised she did not. Anaiya, dead. Smothered. A deliberately cruel way of killing, used by someone who had hoped to leave no traces. ‘Have you told anyone, yet?’
Aran'gar's work.
