Close your eyes, please. He tried to make his voice lighthearted, as if he saw no difficulty at all in what they were about. Nynaeve crowded after Min as she hurried to the last door on the right and pushed in. Alar let out a shuddering breath.
The symbol formed itself, an arrow piercing a circle, floating just beyond the void, as hard as the stuff it was carved on. Is that a Waygate? Hurin asked uncertainly. I don't want to. Ba'alzamon took half a step back, holding the banner clutched before him.
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