In a stealthy manner the monster faces the start. Haunted and frightened meters, knowing the howling pounding to ensue but unable to see when, lay in wait for the gun. Then they are dead, the lengths lie in footsteps finished. A menace of trained terror tears truth from limbs & lungs. Mind howling for the approaching finish… then the line is leveled; trial torn asunder.
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