"Roland held his face to the sun, closed his eyes, and smiled. He ate the rest of his jerky.
He though: Very Well. I am now a man with no food, with two less fingers and one less toe than I was born with; I am a gunslinger with shells which may not fire; I am sickening from a monster's bite and have no medicine; I have a day's water if I'm lucky; I
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