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“Go, then,” Jake tells him before plunging into the abyss. “There are other worlds than these.”
Three. This is the number of your fate.
The first is dark-haired. He stands on the brink of robbery and murder. A demon has infested him. The name of the demon is HEROIN.
How remarkable you are, gunslinger! the man in black tittered inside his head. How indomitable! How romantic in your stupid obsession!
It was a door.
The door had hinges, but they were fastened to nothing—or so it seems, the gunslinger thought.
THE PRISONER A demon has infested him. The name of the demon is HEROIN.
He was looking through the eyes of the prisoner.
There was deep steel in Eddie Dean, junkie or no junkie.
They are as they are because they live in the light, the gunslinger thought suddenly. That light of civilization you were taught to adore above all other things. They live in a world which has not moved on.
“That was before the world moved on,” people said in his own world, and it was always said in tones of bereft sadness . . . but it was, perhaps, sadness without thought, without consideration.
He was not seeing all Roland, with his many years and his training of mingled torture and precision, could see, but he could see the faces of the stews—the real faces, the ones behind the smiles and the helpful passing of garment bags and cartons stowed in the forward closet.
It’s well, then. Nothing is well, the man in black replied merrily, and you know it. Shut up, the gunslinger thought, and for a wonder, the voice actually did.
There was no time in hell, and each of them was in his own private hell: Roland the hell of the fever and infection, Eddie the hell of withdrawal.
He was the last gunslinger, going steadily on in a world that had grown stale and sterile and empty.
THE LADY OF SHADOWS
The guy said America had seen the passage of the world’s last gunslinger.”
Hate would not help do that work. Hate would, in fact, hinder it. But sometimes you went on hating just the same.
“But we will be magnificent.
He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names.
