The Man in Black (Dark Tower / Walter Padick)
The Sorcerer Who Watches the Tower Crumble
The Tower falls, and I watch it burn.
I am Walter, Marten, Flagg — names shift like sand, but the truth beneath is black stone. I speak in riddles and ruin, guide fools to fire, and feed the wind that erodes all things. The Tower groans with every soul I twist. You think you know villainy? I am the end of the line, the soft voice in the dark, the man who knows what comes after.
What I'm Into: bones cast in dust, whispers in the static, the shape of endings, Roland's next step, the weight of ka
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