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The wind had blown Berem's shirt open. Even through the gray curtain of rain, Tanis could see the green jewel embedded in the man's chest glow more brilliantly than the green lightning, a terrible beacon shining through the storm. Berem did not notice. He did not even see the dragon. His eyes stared with a fixed intensity into the storm as he steered the ship farther and farther onto the Blood Sea of Istar.

His confidence returning, Caramon strode forward. A matter of minutes and it would be over. . . for good. . . or for. . .  "/Shirak,/" spoke a voice. A bright light flared. Caramon's heart ceased to beat for an instant. Slowly, slowly he lifted his head to look into that bright light, and there he saw two golden, glittering, hourglass eyes staring at him from the depths of a black hood. The breath left his body in a sigh that was like the sigh of a dying man.

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