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The Whispering is done and I hear yes I hear you Mistmother I hear I hear I hear!
He is dead he knows not but is dead but alive an image a reflection standing still in a blackened Tower in lands of small white dirt in fields of endless tracts he waits he waits he sees and speaks one has come one has come and spoken to them and embraces them the image flickers but remains, a human but not, a creature of ancient a shadow of what was. In ruins of what was, in a place that once was they stand and wait and find one to listen and speak dark things and evil things and tell them to serve and serve they do with second minds as they think of what could be greatness restored death to those who rose against
In a Tower in empty they wait forever