![]() Half the time when he tried to tug the cloak back around him it caught on the quiver swinging at his hip. ![]() He wished his coat were heavier, or that he had worn an extra shirt. Gusts plastered Rand al’Thor’s cloak to his back, whipped the earth- colored wool around his legs, then streamed it out behind him. For all that spring should have come a good month since, the wind carried an icy chill as if it would rather bear snow. Down it flailed into the Two Rivers, into the tangled forest called the Westwood, and beat at two men walking with a cart and horse down the rock-strewn track called the Quarry Road. ![]() Born below the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their name, the wind blew east, out across the Sand Hills, once the shore of a great ocean, before the Breaking of the World. ![]()
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