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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is stretched out on a couch, his arms folded behind his head, his hat hanging on the end of the armrest. The Lord of the Rings is open, cover-up, across his chest.

His eyes are open.

He's smiling to himself.

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[locks_it_up]

"And may you have twice the number, my gunslinger."

She's not unaware of the irony of her saying that to him... but it's the only thing she could have said.

She picks up her shoes and kisses her fingers and waves goodbye to him.

Someday, he will be hers.