Morgan K West

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"Fear delicately wrapped its fingers around my neck, finding it slick with sweat. When the air in my lungs turned to fire, I let out a desperate, gasping pant.
Then came the voice—not of one, but of many, a gibbering discordant wail—a tuning symphony—ripping from the darkness itself.
"What are you afraid of?" it whispered, a taunt, a challenge, an invitation."