Cort, to Roland after being defeated by him.“ Given time, words may even enchant an enchanter. Let it become dark.” He smiled grotesquely. There are those who will carry both.” His eyes flicked over the gunslinger’s shoulder. “ Let the word and the legend go before you.Somewhere ahead, it waited for him-the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size. Rolands musings on the social state of his lost civilisation.
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