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Roland's coat isn't brown, this time. That one he gave to River.

This one is black, and lined with flannel.

There's a rock out by the lake that he used to sit on a lot. Burning near this rock is a small fire.

Roland is smoking, thoughtfully.

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His stitches aren't strictly even, but they're small, and painstaking.

It's been a while since he's had to work on something like this -- deerskin, yes, but not heavy cloth.

And it's important, this. Making his old brown duster River-sized.

He's sitting in his chair, in Room 99. His hands hurt. So does his neck.

Sometimes you relish pain.