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Here, so close to the cursed Blight, where corruption waits. The one I had, and two I found in the High Lord's dwelling in Falme. The man rumbled a bitter laugh. Ingtar, a Darkfriend.

Perhaps it was that. Rand glanced at the sky. Where did you hear those names? the Amyrlin demanded. A picture flashed in Nynaeve's head of Alsbet Luhhan and her husband, Haral, the blacksmith.