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The night I spoke with him, I felt my whole being opening up, as though my soul had had closed places inside it throughout my life. Something gathered in me, along with the conviction that we were on the edge of a fundamental change. What I didn't recognize until later was that he had helped free me from the bondage of my own past, and so had helped in my personal Gathering of Power.—The Gathering of Power, by the Wizard Spying Eagle.
The Bandit stepped onto the muddy trail that led from Bastion-Valley to the Bastion-Eyry road, his accoutrements in his left hand. An inexplicable sadness settled upon him as he pushed up the hill, the trail little more than a seam between trees and bushes.
Sighing, Seeking Sword tried to remember walking the fifty or so paces between the dueling ring a
