”“Of course it was superstition,” Roland agreed, “but you might be surprised at how well the riddles foresaw the crops. Maybe the best age. “Minor-league team, maybe?” he asked. Three riders, by the sound.
“How did you know I was—”“Saw you riding across the Drop. Avery was looking suspiciously at the rook’s skull on the horn of Cuthbert’s saddle. Yet it was also true. “I saw your wheelchair, too.
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