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The
gunslinger
searched
for
words
to
begin
and
found
none
.
"
I
have
to
flow
,
"
he
said
.
Brown
nodded
.
"
The
water
does
that
.
The
corn
,
please
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
He
went
up
the
stairs
and
out
into
the
dark
.
The
stars
glittered
overhead
in
a
mad
splash
.
The
wind
pulsed
steadily
.
His
urine
arched
out
over
the
powdery
cornfield
in
a
wavering
stream
.
The
man
in
black
had
sent
him
here
.
Brown
might
even
be
the
man
in
black
himself
.
It
might
be
-
He
shut
the
thoughts
away
.
The
only
contingency
he
had
not
learned
how
to
bear
was
the
possibility
of
his
own
madness
.
He
went
back
inside
.
"
Have
you
decided
if
I
’
m
an
enchantment
yet
?
"
Brown
asked
,
amused
.
The
gunslinger
paused
on
the
tiny
landing
,
startled
.
Then
he
came
down
slowly
and
sat
"
I
started
to
tell
you
about
Tull
.
"
"
Is
it
growing
?
"
"
It
’
s
dead
,
"
the
gunslinger
said
,
and
the
words
hung
in
the
air
.
Brown
nodded
.
"
The
desert
.
I
think
it
may
strangle
everything
eventually
.
Did
you
know
that
there
was
once
a
coach
road
across
the
desert
?
"
