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Warbreaker
Prologue
the cell door was made of solid wood, the top half was
possessions.
uniform that just barely showed the bright yellow and blue
“They said you beat down some twenty men in the brawl,”
cell. The man rubbed his chin. “You don’t look that tough
thin slit in the top let in light, the stone walls dripped
when they’d picked Vasher up from the bar floor. This time,
had always found it odd that the men who patrolled dungeons
silver sheath.
He was right.
noting the clasp that tied from sheath to hilt, keeping the
is sharp.”
Vasher’s pack, and all three entered the guard room at the
Then, he Breathed.
hundred and forty-nine more than most people ever had, true,
The straw person ran along the floor, then jumped up,
one marked with rips that matched the scars on Vasher’s own
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had taken time to get right, yet the markings made it much
easier to Awaken.
the awareness all men had for other people--that thing which
And now it was gone from him. Sucked into the cloak,
it when finished.
satisfaction.
The yells from the guard room died out. The dungeon
unlock his cell. He pushed the thick door open, rushing out
their depths.
dungeons, he’d had a pretty good idea that they would try to
been drained of color, leaving the walls grey and dull, like
room, then walked slowly inside. The man before him glowed
like the suns themselves, though with colors that were deep
well-oiled lantern.
free.
you.”
judging by the emaciated body and cracked lips, the man had
been without food and water for some time. In addition, the
fresh cuts and burn marks on his face, the scalp with
patches of hair torn free, and the haunted look in his bag-
be. . .encouraged.
else.”
had not seen the last time they had parted, years before.
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with.
touching was the chains, and it would take more Breath than
been alive, and it was far from the form of a man. Even
Yet, the priests would not let him die while he held so
who normally had such strict laws about the buying and
stepping forward.
have two choices. You can give the Breath to me, or you can
slowly.
you, and you will be tortured again, and you will break to
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Vasher nodded.
Vasher had begun to worry that the prisoner had changed his
the aura of beauty that had made him look majestic despite
aura.
have noticed?
Vasher noted the tones in his voice, the beauty of each one,
scarf.
moved into the guard room. The three men he’d seen
clasp.
me?