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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　Daddy's　face；　it　was　imitating　Daddy's　voice；　it　was　wearing

Daddy's　clothes。

But　it　was　not　his　daddy。

It　was　not　his　daddy。

〃I've　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　mother's；　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。。。　he's　with　the

hotel　now；　Danny。　It's　where　he　wants　to　be。　It　wants　you　too；　because　it's　very

greedy。〃

Tony　walked　past　him；　into　the　shadows；

〃Wait！〃　Danny　cried。　〃What　can　I　—　〃

〃He's　close　now；〃　Tony　said；　still　walking　away。　〃You'll　have　to　run　。。。

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

〃Tony；　I　can'tl〃

〃But　you've　already　started；〃　Tony　said。　〃You　will　remember　what　your　father

forgot。〃

He　was　gone。

And　from　somewhere　near　his　father's　voice　came；　coldly　wheedling：　〃Danny？　You

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

will　be　all　over。　We　don't　need　her；　doc。　Just　you　and　me；　right？　When　we　get

this　little　。。。　spa