I think I do, anyway. The Wheel of Time weaves the Pattern of the Age, using the lives of men for thread. Elayne was crouched just inside another alley on the other side of the street. Though it was the other one - Mat? - who had the look of trouble.
Perrin sat down carefully on the bed next to Mat's. A pallor of fear made the Seanchan woman's skin paler than it was normally. I just know Cenn went scurrying off to find her. She's supposed to be in the White Tower.
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