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Rand opened his eyes and found himself staring up at sunlight slanting through the branches of a leatherleaf, its broad, tough leaves still green despite the time of year. The wind stirring the leaves carried a hint of snow, come nightfall. He lay on his back, and he could feel blankets covering him under his hands. His coat and shirt seemed to be gone, but something was binding his chest, and his left side hurt. He turned his head, and Min was sitting there on the ground, watching him. He almost did not know her, wearing skirts. She smiled uncertainly.
"Min. It is you. Where did you come from,air max outlet? Where are we?" His memory came in flashes and patches. Old things he could remember, but the last few days seemed like bits of broken mirror, spinning through his mind, showing glimpses that were gone before he could see them clearly.
"From Falme," she said. "We're five days east of there, now, and you've been asleep all that time."
"Falme." More memory. Mat had blown the Horn of Valere. "Egwene! Is she. . . ,coach factory outlet canada? Did they free her?" He held his breath.
"I don't know what 'they' you mean, but she's free. We freed her ourselves."
"We? I don't understand." She's free. At least she is -
"Nynaeve, and Elayne, and me.
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"Gone." Min's face colored. "They're all gone. Egwene, and Nynaeve, and Mat, and Hurin, and Verin. Hurin didn't want to leave you, really. They're on their way to Tar Valon. Egwene and Nynaeve back to their training in the Tower, and Mat for whatever the Aes Sedai have to do about that dagger. They took the Horn of Valere with them. I can't believe I actually saw it."
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