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Thom Merrilin bowed with a flourish of his patchwork cloak. The applause sounded like the thunderclaps at Shayol Ghul had once, befitting his tale. He had taken years to find the words, and years again to find listeners. Already the signs and memories of the Second Breaking were beginning to fade – on himself and on the land.
"Gleeman, gleeman!" shouted the bright-eyed children in the tavern. "Was that really how it happened?"
Well, let those who come after not know of the horrors they had faced. Let them only know of the heroic deeds he had spun into a song.