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He
stood
beneath
the
cobwebby
light
,
took
his
handkerchief
from
his
back
pocket
without
thinking
,
and
scrubbed
at
his
lips
with
it
.
And
that
was
when
he
saw
the
scrapbook
.
A
pile
of
five
boxes
stood
on
his
left
like
some
tottering
Pisa
.
The
one
on
top
was
stuffed
with
more
invoices
and
ledgers
.
Balanced
on
top
of
those
,
keeping
its
angle
of
repose
for
who
knew
how
many
years
,
was
a
thick
scrapbook
with
white
leather
covers
,
its
pages
bound
with
two
hanks
of
gold
string
that
bad
been
tied
along
the
binding
in
gaudy
bows
.
Curious
,
he
went
over
and
took
it
down
.
The
top
cover
was
thick
with
dust
.
He
held
it
on
a
plane
at
lip
level
,
blew
the
dust
off
in
a
cloud
,
and
opened
it
.
As
he
did
so
a
card
fluttered
out
and
he
grabbed
it
in
mid
-
air
before
it
could
fall
to
the
stone
floor
.
It
was
rich
and
creamy
,
dominated
by
a
raised
engraving
of
the
Overlook
with
every
window
alight
.
The
lawn
and
playground
were
decorated
with
glowing
Japanese
lanterns
.
It
looked
almost
as
though
you
could
step
right
into
it
,
an
Overlook
Hotel
that
had
existed
thirty
years
ago
.
Horace
M
.
Derwent
Requests
The
Pleasure
of
Your
Company
At
a
Masked
Ball
to
Celebrate
The
Grand
Opening
of
THE
OVERLOOK
HOTEL
Dinner
Will
Be
Served
At
8
P
.
M
.
Unmasking
And
Dancing
At
MidnightAugust
29
,
1945
RSVP
