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Her solace at confession was not false, I think. A woman of many layers, Elaida. No anxiety there, not to see, but then the woman would not turn a hair if someone stuffed a viper down her dress. Unfortu-232A CROWN OF SWORDSnately, finding his dreams would be as useless as finding an Acs Sedai's.

The two touched. Her eyes stung. Every stitch she owned was silk or embroidered or both, all cut with what Aviendha had learned to recognize as fine care. Everyone did, except her.