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They
had
a
momentarily
clear
view
into
the
Overlook
’
s
lobby
.
The
gasflame
coming
up
through
the
shattered
floor
was
like
a
giant
birthday
candle
,
fierce
yellow
at
its
heart
and
blue
around
its
flickering
edges
.
In
that
moment
it
seemed
only
to
be
lighting
,
not
destroying
.
They
could
see
the
registration
desk
with
its
silver
bell
,
the
credit
card
decals
,
the
old
-
fashioned
,
scrolled
cash
register
,
the
small
figured
throw
rugs
,
the
highbacked
chairs
,
horsehair
hassocks
.
Danny
could
see
the
small
sofa
by
the
fireplace
where
the
three
nuns
had
sat
on
the
day
they
had
come
up
-
closing
day
.
But
this
was
the
real
closing
day
.
Then
the
drift
on
the
porch
blotted
the
view
out
.
A
moment
later
they
were
skirting
the
west
side
of
the
hotel
.
It
was
still
light
enough
to
see
without
the
snowmobile
’
s
headlight
.
Both
upper
stories
were
flaming
now
,
and
pennants
of
flame
shot
out
the
windows
.
The
gleaming
white
paint
had
begun
to
blacken
and
peel
.
The
shutters
which
had
covered
the
Presidential
Suite
’
s
picture
windowshutters
Jack
had
carefully
fastened
as
per
instructions
in
mid
-
October
-
now
hung
in
flaming
brands
,
exposing
the
wide
and
shattered
darkness
behind
them
,
like
a
toothless
mouth
yawing
in
a
final
,
silent
deathrattle
.
Wendy
had
pressed
her
face
against
Hallorann
’
s
back
to
cut
out
the
wind
,
and
Danny
had
likewise
pressed
his
face
against
his
mother
’
s
back
,
and
so
it
was
only
Hallorann
who
saw
the
final
thing
,
and
he
never
spoke
of
it
.
From
the
window
of
the
Presidential
Suite
he
thought
he
saw
a
huge
dark
shape
issue
,
blotting
out
the
snowfield
behind
it
.
For
a
moment
it
assumed
the
shape
of
a
huge
,
obscene
manta
,
and
then
the
wind
seemed
to
catch
it
,
to
tear
it
and
shred
it
like
old
dark
paper
.
It
fragmented
,
was
caught
in
a
whirling
eddy
of
smoke
,
and
a
moment
later
it
was
gone
as
if
it
had
never
been
.
But
in
those
few
seconds
as
it
whirled
blackly
,
dancing
like
negative
motes
of
light
,
he
remembered
something
from
his
childhood
…
fifty
years
ago
,
or
snore
.
He
and
his
brother
had
come
upon
a
huge
nest
of
ground
wasps
just
north
of
their
farm
.
It
had
been
tucked
into
a
hollow
between
the
earth
and
an
old
lightning
-
blasted
tree
.
His
brother
had
had
a
big
old
niggerchaser
in
the
band
of
his
hat
,
saved
all
the
way
from
the
Fourth
of
July
.
He
had
lighted
it
and
tossed
it
at
the
nest
.
It
had
exploded
with
a
loud
bang
,
and
an
angry
,
rising
hum
-
almost
a
low
shriek
-
had
risen
from
the
blasted
nest
.
They
had
run
away
as
if
demons
had
been
at
their
beels
.
In
a
way
,
Hallorann
supposed
that
demons
had
been
.
And
looking
back
over
his
shoulder
,
as
he
was
now
,
he
had
on
that
day
seen
a
large
dark
cloud
of
hornets
rising
in
the
hot
air
,
swirling
together
,
breaking
apart
,
looking
for
whatever
enemy
had
done
this
to
their
home
so
that
they
-
the
single
group
intelligence
-
could
sting
it
to
death
.
Then
the
thing
in
the
sky
was
gone
and
it
might
only
have
been
smoke
or
a
great
flapping
swatch
of
wallpaper
after
all
,
and
there
was
only
the
Overlook
,
a
flaming
pyre
in
the
roaring
throat
of
the
night
.
*
*
*
There
was
a
key
to
the
equipment
shed
’
s
padlock
on
his
key
ring
,
but
Hallorann
saw
there
would
be
no
need
to
use
it
.
The
door
was
ajar
,
the
padlock
hanging
open
on
its
hasp
.
"
I
can
’
t
go
in
there
,
"
Danny
whispered
.
