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Tony

           Littlebylittleaforcebadaccrued,assecretandsilentasinterestinabankaccount.Force,presence,shape,theywereallonlywordsandnoneofthemmattered.Itworemanymasks,butitwasallone.Now,somewhere,itwascomingforhim.ItwashidingbehindDaddy’sface,itwasimitatingDaddy’svoice,itwaswearingDaddy’sclothes.

           Butitwasnothisdaddy.

           Itwasnothisdaddy.

           "I’vegottohelpthem!"hecried.

           AndnowTonystooddirectlyinfrontofhim,andlookingatTonywaslikelookingintoamagicmirrorandseeinghimselfintenyears,theeyeswidelyspacedandverydark,thechinfirm,themouthhandsomelymolded.Thehairwaslightblondlikehismother’s,andyetthestamponhisfeatureswasthatofhisfather,asifTony-asiftheDanielAnthonyTorrancethatwouldsomedaybe-wasahalflingcaughtbetweenfatherandson,aghostofboth,afusion.

           "Youhavetotrytohelp,"Tonysaid."Butyourfather…be’swiththehotelnow,Danny.It’swherehewantstobe.Itwantsyoutoo,becauseit’sverygreedy."

           Tonywalkedpasthim,intotheshadows,

           "Wait!"Dannycried."WhatcanI-"

           "He’sclosenow,"Tonysaid,stillwalkingaway."You’llhavetorun…hide…keepawayfromhim.Keepaway."

           "Tony,Ican’tl"

           "Butyou’vealreadystarted,"Tonysaid."Youwillrememberwhatyourfatherforgot.

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