Himself he would called them in the gloaming, and with perfect force, for no longer was there any need to reserve energy with which to fight the Tower’s pull. He called the names of his friends and loved ones, as he had always promised And as he walked toward that gray-black column, Roland felt himself begin to slip from the world as he had always known it. The roses of Can’-Ka No Rey opened before him in a path to the Dark Tower, the yellow suns deep in their cups seeming to regard him like eyes.
He came to it with the oddest feeling of remembrance what Susannah and Eddie calleddéjà vu. (Do you hear me sigh?) Here is the Dark Tower, at the end of End-World.
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