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little　a　force　had　accrued；　as　secret　and　silent　as　interest　in　a　bank　account。

Force；　presence；　shape；　they　were　all　only　words　and　none　of　them　mattered。　It

wore　many　masks；　but　it　was　all　one。　Now；　somewhere；　it　was　ing　for　him。　It

was　hiding　behind　Daddys　face；　it　was　imitating　Daddys　voice；　it　was　wearing

Daddys　clothes。

But　it　was　not　his　daddy。

It　was　not　his　daddy。

〃Ive　got　to　help　them！〃　he　cried。

And　now　Tony　stood　directly　in　front　of　him；　and　looking　at　Tony　was　like

looking　into　a　magic　mirror　and　seeing　himself　in　ten　years；　the　eyes　widely

spaced　and　very　dark；　the　chin　firm；　the　mouth　handsomely　molded。　The　hair　was

light　blond　like　his　mothers；　and　yet　the　stamp　on　his　features　was　that　of　his

father；　as　if　Tony　—　as　if　the　Daniel　Anthony　Torrance　that　would　someday　be　—

was　a　halfling　caught　between　father　and　son；　a　ghost　of　both；　a　fusion。

〃You　have　to　try　to　help；〃　Tony　said。　〃But　your　father。。。　hes　with　the

hotel　now；　Danny。　Its　where　he　wants　to　be。　It　wants　you　too；　because　its　very

greedy。〃

Tony　walked　past　him；　into　the　shadows；

〃Wait！〃　Danny　cried。　〃What　can　I　—　〃

〃Hes　close　now；〃　Tony　said；　still　walking　away。　〃Youll　have　to　run　。。。

hide　。。。　keep　away　from　him。　Keep　away。〃

〃Tony；　I　cantl〃

〃But　youve　already　started；〃　Tony　said。　〃You　will　remember　what　your　father

forgot。〃

He　was　gone。

And　from　somewhere　near　his　fathers　voice　came；　coldly　wheedling：　〃Danny？　You

can　e　out；　doc。　Just　a　little　spanking；　thats　all。　Take　it　like　a　man　and　it

will　be　all　over。　We　dont　need　her；　doc。　Just　you　and　me；　right？　When　we　get

this　little　。。。　spanking　。。。　behind　us；　it　will　be　just　you　and　me。〃

Danny　ran。

Behind　him；　the　things　temper　broke　through　the　shambling　charade　of

normality。

〃e　here；　you　little　shit！　Right　now！　〃

Down　a　long　hall；　panting　and　gasping。　Around　a　corner。　Up　a　flight　of　stairs。

And　as　he　went；　the　walls　that　had　been　so　high　and　remote　began　to　e　down；

the　rug　which　had　only　been　a　blur　beneath　his　feet　took　on　the　familiar　black

and　blue　pattern；　sinuously　woven　together；　the　doors　became　numbered　again　and