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- In a flash, Ajani saw past the eyes. He saw past the soft tissue of the orbs, past the skull and the wrinkly matter behind it. He saw Tenoch’s essence, the pith of his character, as if it were written plainly in the air above him. He felt the recurring rhythms of Tenoch’s life, a series of tests of his honor and integrity, beating around his own mind like the throbbing of crickets. He experienced Tenoch’s suffering, his guilt, and the crushing expectations of his mother. He felt Tenoch’s pangs of envy at every success enjoyed by those more capable than him—including Jazal and Ajani. Tenoch’s soul was a sculpture, carved away from a state of amorphous youth into the person he was, day by day and choice by choice. His soul was a masterpiece, just as beautiful as any work of art Ajani had ever seen.
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- Alara Unbroken, Chapter 6
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