He could hear the sound of guitars, the murmur of voices, the laughter of women. “And you, Will? How do you say, dear captain?”“He doesn’t interest me much . CHAPTER THREEThe Wizard1Roland stopped at the sentry-box, glanced in, then picked up the thing which was lying on the floor. Hookey pitched out of his saddle with a grunt.
Yes, perhaps. There were actually two doors here instead of one, and no peephole through which an eyeball could look in either. ut Roland didn’t feel too out of place in his white silk shirt, black string tie, and one pair of stovepipe dress trousers. For the first time in weeks, the wizard’s glass had gone blank.
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