I thought the Seanchan put leashes on any woman who can channel. Months, perhaps, at best. He would not fall to his knees; he would not give her the satisfaction. The armorer's forge, with all the fires banked, the anvils silent.
Finally, Domon nodded. To be filled with the One Power, to be one with the storm. Maybe it's Rand. But since you brought her attention on yourself .
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