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- In a few months, the spatial displacement capacities of the time machine had been perfected. On one journey, Karn arrived in the Adarkar Wastes, thousands of miles from Tolaria. The place was little more than a brittle blue sky above a brittle white land. Snow and ice covered most of the ground. Bare spots revealed sand that had fused together into great, thin slabs of glass, left from a long-ago battle of fire. Where Karn arrived—this time without the disconcerting fall from the sky—the land was a cracked sheet of glass, sand fused in furnacelike heat. At Malzra’s request, Karn gathered shards and brought them back with him.
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- Karn had never felt sick before, but now his silver bulk quivered as with a tarnish that reached to the very core of him. He had been asked to gather some sign of his journey, but he could not bring himself to pry a sword from the hand of a fallen man or pull loose the helm that had failed to save a life. Instead Karn found a single shield, lying alone and bloodless on a windblown tuft of glass. This he lifted and held against him, waiting miserably for the master to recall him.
- When Karn returned, he sorrowfully presented the shield to Malzra. The master identified it—a bracer from New Argive. To the silver man’s description of the battle, Malzra merely nodded grimly—a battle had occurred in that spot only two days before. Karn had regressed only a day and a half. The master was frustrated and angry. He brusquely handed the pendant back.
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- Time Streams, Chapter 4
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