It was the last two pages. He flipped up another card. Not at this late date. It was answer enough in one way, but not in another.
He opened the pinch of his thumb and forefinger and let it waft to the floor. Roland nodded. A metal ball of some sort. She’s his—” And then a word so thick with dialect that Roland had no idea what it was.
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