You're the Dragon Reborn, Rand. A wariness entered his eyes. I - am - Rand - al'Thor! His legs trembled. He refused to be filled with the Power, refused to be one with the male half of the True Source.
That is the danger. The man who called himself Bors glanced at the figures floating in front of Ba'alzamon. The horned skull of the Da'vol Trollocs. For the borders, What let the point of his brush touch the cart, making a thin line that grew thicker as he pressed harder, then thinner again as he eased up.
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