“Tony?” Natalie said. “Tony?” Tony’s voice came more faintly from ahead. “And do you remember the glory? The wonder of dancing and seeing in the firelight the others dancing?” It was as though Tony had removed a little, gone around a tree where the path had not, as though Tony had gone in the darkness a little farther away with each step, still speaking luringly, and was by now so far away that even Tony’s voice came only by permission of the trees, relayed in mockery. “Tony?” Natalie said again more urgently, realizing suddenly, concretely and acutely, that it was indeed very dark and that
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I don't think Tony exists. I think the person who approached Natalie at the Langdon's party was someone who the author chose not to reveal.
