On the fourth level of The Dark Tower, Roland Deschain of Gilead found what was on the beach.

Lobstrosities! First, terror welled up inside him. Then? Hunger.

“I’ve never wished to hate-eat something so bad.”

“I, too am married.”

“Let’s remember what’s fair: love. And war. I’m smitten. And the- what are you doing here, in the dark tower?”

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