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We
can't
go
back,
Mat.
The
Wheel
has
turned,
for
better
or
worse.
And
it
will
keep
on
turning,
as
lights
die
and
forests
dim,
storms
call
and
skies
break.
Turn
it
will.
The
Wheel
is
not
hope,
and
the
Wheel
does
not
care,
the
Wheel
simply
is.
But
so
long
as
it
turns,
folk
may
hope,
folk
may
care.
For
with
light
that
fades,
another
will
eventually
grow,
and
each
storm
that
rages
must
eventually
die.
As
long
as
the
Wheel
turns.
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