Rand faced the emptiness. “So,” he said into it. “This is where it will really happen. Moridin would have had me believe that a simple sword fight would decide this all.” HE IS OF ME. BUT HIS EYES ARE SMALL. “Yes,” Rand said. “I have noticed the same.” SMALL TOOLS CAN BE EFFECTIVE. THE THINNEST OF KNIVES CAN STOP A HEART. HE HAS BROUGHT YOU HERE, ADVERSARY. None of this had happened the last time, when Rand had worn the name of Lews Therin. He could only interpret that as a good sign. Now the battle truly began. He looked into the nothingness and felt it welling up. Then, like a sudden storm,
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