(“I think not,” Roland said. Jake can see the gunslinger’s dim profile in a three-paneled mirror across the room, in an alcove. Roland found himself already beginning to wonder if he—or it—had been there in the first place. “Nice,” he said.
”Jonas whirled on his heels, suddenly feeling old and slow. “I got three different friends now. It gave her a pang to do it, because the glass was coming to life again, filling with that rosy glow, but there was no time for looking or dreaming now. Clay Reynolds was leaning against the notice-board, picking his teeth with a broomstraw.
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