“It is Eighth Epoch, three thirty-seven.” Eighth Epoch? Dalinar thought. What does that mean? This vision had been different from the others. They had been more brief, for one thing. And the voice that spoke to him. Where was it? “Where am I?” Dalinar asked the knight. “What kingdom?” The knight frowned. “Are you not healed?” “I am well. I just … I need to know. Which kingdom am I in?” “This is Natanatan.” Dalinar released an inhaled breath. Natanatan. The Shattered Plains lay in the land that had once been Natanatan. The kingdom had fallen centuries ago. “And you fight for Natanatan’s king?”
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