Georgia | Cuthbert
If you're going by the theory that your world and mine are one and the same, only many years distant, then the tower would have to exist in your time too, if it exists at all.
I don't have the answers and I don't suppose it matters. It isn't the tower that troubles me, it's that Roland's alone and traveling to it and-
It's just a poem. Gods, I'm getting worked up over nothing, it's not real or true. Roland's not that man in the poem, he's fourteen and in Hambry and never so much as speaks of the tower and the future's yet to be set. Cry your pardon, Georgia, I don't know why it bothers me so.