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Suddenly
the
shine
was
on
him
,
and
he
understood
what
Danny
had
meant
when
he
said
it
was
too
late
.
He
could
feel
the
explosion
getting
ready
to
rumble
up
from
the
basement
and
tear
the
guts
out
of
this
horrid
place
.
He
ran
faster
,
bolting
headlong
across
the
lobby
toward
the
double
doors
.
*
*
*
It
hurried
across
the
basement
and
into
the
feeble
yellow
glow
of
the
furnace
room
’
s
only
light
.
It
was
slobbering
with
fear
.
It
had
been
so
close
,
so
close
to
having
the
boy
and
the
boy
’
s
remarkable
power
.
It
could
not
lose
now
.
It
must
not
happen
.
It
would
dump
the
boiler
and
then
chastise
the
boy
harshly
.
"
Mustn
’
t
happen
!
"
it
cried
.
"
Oh
no
,
mustn
’
t
happen
!
"
It
stumbled
across
the
floor
to
the
boiler
,
which
glowed
a
dull
red
halfway
up
its
long
tubular
body
.
It
was
huffing
and
rattling
and
hissing
off
plumes
of
steam
in
a
hundred
directions
,
like
a
monster
calliope
.
The
pressure
needle
stood
at
the
far
end
of
the
dial
.
"
No
,
it
won
’
t
be
allowed
!
"
the
manager
/
caretaker
cried
.
It
laid
its
Jack
Torrance
hands
on
the
valve
,
unmindful
of
the
burning
smell
which
arose
or
the
searing
of
the
flesh
as
the
red
-
hot
wheel
sank
in
,
as
if
into
a
mudrut
.
The
wheel
gave
,
and
with
a
triumphant
scream
,
the
thing
spun
it
wide
open
.
A
giant
roar
of
escaping
steam
bellowed
out
of
the
boiler
,
a
dozen
dragons
hissing
in
concert
.
But
before
the
steam
obscured
the
pressure
needle
entirely
,
the
needle
had
visibly
begun
to
swing
back
.
