He lowered his head for a moment, then looked up again, his lips set. First on the come, then on the go. Both of them in front of an unlit campfire. He could see her face clearly now.
He put the card in the top row and then stared at it, combing his fingers through his long white hair as he did. “I might not have time even so to pose you all my very best ones,” Roland said in a casual, considering tone of voice. He just didn’t know what they were yet. He wedded this to his last good hank of rope with an old-fashioned sheetbend knot.
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