"The gunslinger stood up, with the glass in his raised hand. He bowed his head as if lost in meditation. The few surviving inhabitants of Crocefiume watched him with respect and, in Jake's opinion, with a certain fear. Finally, he raised his head. "Would you drink to the earth and the days that have passed there?" he asked. His voice was hoarse, trembling with emotion. "Would you drink to the opulence that was and the friends who are no more? Would you drink to good company and a lucky encounter? May this toast set us on our way, Old Mother?""
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