There came another sandstorm, and when cleared, we again ran down the empty flat road. In the distance could be seen the tower. - I think I blew it - muttered Rendom.- had to tighten some movements into one, and this, in my opinion, he did not expect. In the end, no one can close all the way to Amber. Something told me that whatever had these reflections, we are now moving between them. It was clearly a matter of Random's hands, but as he sits quietly, smoking and generally in sight, I decided that he is doing with his brain. Again, how?
De dragers van het eikenblad
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