The Dark Tower II. The Drawing of the Three.
The Prisoner.
Chapter 1. The Door. 2.
His hand throbbed wretchedly, endlessly. His right foot did the same. Both fingers and toe continued to insist they were there. The bottom half of his shirt was gone; what was left resembled a ragged vest. He had used one piece to bind his hand, the other to bind his foot.
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