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If someone asked, she could have said that her life flashed before her eyes.
It did, but it was not the past.
The Wheel wove. Possibilities sheared with cruel precision.
A candle on the windowsill, a roaring hearth. Waiting. For her.
One step.
Just one more.
Moiraine forced herself up to her knees, wiping blood from her lip. Above, the Daughter of the Night blazed with saidar.
A life. A love of her own.
A future.
She filled her lungs with salty air and pulled on saidar.
Twenty years of failure, and it came down to this.
One last step.
