Then a voice, much deeper and much more powerful than Grady’s, spoke from somewhere, everywhere…from inside him. (Keep your promise, Mr. Torrance.) “I will,” he said. He heard the fawning servility in his own voice but was unable to control it. “I will.” He walked to the chopping block and put his hand on the handle of the mallet. He hefted it. Swung it. It hissed viciously through the air. Jack Torrance began to smile.
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