R. R. Smith

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leaving her alone again. No, not alone. She turned and he was coming for her. It was Jack and yet not Jack. His eyes were lit with a vacant, murderous glow; his familiar mouth now wore a quivering, joyless grin. He had the roque mallet in one hand.
The Shining (The Shining, #1)
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