” But Roland trailed off, biting at his lip, and of that he would say no more. “All the way. Give me your understanding of the truth concerning each, Blaine. In the fields, cornshocks flare like torches, and often stuffies burn with them, their red hands and white-cross eyes rippling in the heat.
That’s how we got here, to this version of Topeka. Roland was looking east. Drew in breath. The two viejos exchanged a glance.
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