And so, during the light of the crimson moon, the curse is reversed...both in Boston, and for Gilead and the Tower.
After 18 long years, I've finished my own journey with the Dark Tower books, at least as far as Sai King is concerned. After all, the journey is indeed the destination. But each of us has our own Tower, and our own door at that final room at the top...for Roland, for Boston, and for you, dear reader. May you each find your Dark Tower, and conquer it in the end.
Ka, like a wheel, always comes around. Gan be praised, and we all say thankya.
(Ves'-Ka Gan sings ever softly on the wind of ka...if ye will but listen.)
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