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"Fuck you," Roland said. He did not raise his voice. He might have told Blaine that a little Way-Gog would indeed be very nice.

"Because he's a pain," Jake repeated in a low voice.

"You're planning to commit suicide, aren't you?" Jake held Oy in his arms, slowly stroking him. "And you want to take us with you."

The only thing about this splendid room which seemed wrong was its lack of even a single window.

The stranger standing in front of the hatch wore a short, dark jacket belted at the waist, faded denim trousers, and old, dusty boots—the boots of a country-man, a range-rider, or—
"Or a gunslinger, Andrew?" the stranger asked, and tittered.