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I have to get away. I'll make it up to you. The white glow consumed her. Rand threw himself into the other chair, the one sized for an Ogier; his feet dangled above the floor, but he did not care.

Unlike angreal and sa'angreal, each ter'angreal was made to do a particular thing. You were made for a purpose, Rand al'Thor. From the south came a faint peal of trumpets, a rolling fanfare slowly growing louder, accompanied by the steady thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum of drums. We'd be dead since yesterday.