Pitch-blackness covered the dungeons whatever the hour, unless someone brought in a lantern, but Padan Fain sat on the edge of his cot, staring into the dark with a smile on his face. Before, I followed you like a dog driven on the trail, but now you follow me. Light, I don't know how to stop it. It was as big as Emond's Field, though that was not very big compared to some of the towns he had seen since leaving the Two Rivers, much less the cities.
The sun - a wonderfully strong sun, not pale at all - sat low to the west, stretching their shadows out across the hollow. It seemed to come from every direction at once. I can meet Thom Merrilin some other time. No, they were looking for me.
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