A Factor of All Fears - C.S. Johnson
The sinews of his arms lay on the table, a cooling mass of straggling tendons amid a pool of blood: he knew he was incapacitated, acutely aware he was useless to defend himself-what was that? Startled, he began to shake, for fear crawled through him like electricity through a circuit, once he began to hear the devilish screaming sing to an ear-splitting crescendo, arousing verve in the torpid air. Jack's mortality now rests with his own fear, or his worst fear, a factor of all his fears...
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