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"Skinned alive," he heard someone behind him say, and the sounds of somebody else retching. He thought it was Mat, but it was all far away from him, inside the void. But that nauseous flickering was in there, too. He thought he might throw up himself.
"Cut them down," Ingtar said harshly. He hesitated a moment, then added, "Bury them. We cannot be sure they were Darkfriends. They could have been taken prisoner. They could have been. Let them know the last embrace of the mother, at least." Men rode forward gingerly with knives; even for battle-hardened Shienarans it was no easy task, cutting down the flayed corpses of men they knew.
"Are you all right, Rand?" Ingtar said. "I am not used to this either."
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

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William finally parked the van on a street called West Bay, and he and his brother got out and stretched their arms and legs.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

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