When Roland remained unconscious the following day (Mejis falling behind them now, and both boys feeling a deep tug of homesickness, “Go in peace, boys. 3In the last hour before dawn, the public room of the Travellers’ Rest was as quiet as it ever became. n keep his part of the bargain and set them down safe and sound at his final stop (whatever passed for Topeka in this world).
Possibly even waiting for—“Listen to me,” he said. “I beg pardon?” He was smiling, but the smile felt cold and false on his mouth. “Mayhap we’ll all find the end of the path together, the way things are going. Even so, the toddler seemed to have voyaged through Topeka’s empty post-plague months better than the adults around it.
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