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“I have tried to kill him,” he babbled. “Rand al’Thor. I have tried! But I cannot find him. I cannot! I was told my family would be killed if I failed, one by one. I was promised I would be last! I have cousins, yet. Nephews. Nieces. I have another sister! You must give me more time!”

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Book:The Shadow Rising
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The Shadow Rising

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Robert Jordan
Robert Jordan

Robert Jordan was an American author best known for his epic fantasy novel series, 'The Wheel of Time'. His works are celebrated for their complex characters, richly developed worlds, and profound philosophical themes. more

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