Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages. — Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages. — Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages. — Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages. — Stephen King, The Gunslinger
Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages. — Stephen King, The Gunslinger
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Allie sighed. It was an old yellow sound, like turning pages.

— Stephen King, The Gunslinger
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