How much does this man want? Min shrugged. He jerked open the wardrobe and began pawing through the clothes Rand meant to leave behind. Striding across the room, she took the leather-bound copy of The Dance of the Hawk and the Hummingbird from the mantelpiece and hefted it without looking at it. The gray spire reared into the sky, squared and broad enough despite its height to seem massive, almost squat.
Rand climbed to Red's saddle with a grimace. Uno, search every house. They were much alike at times, the Aes Sedai and the Wisdom, distant and knowing. This is a horrible thing.
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