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No, Wax thought, it wouldn’t be somewhere else. He’d need to be able to find it. He’d recognize it. . . . It was. It was here! Wax gasped, and tried to form the words, eyes wide. Wayne gripped his hand, knuckles white. He couldn’t feel it. The darkness arrived, and Wax died.
The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)
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