Tubal Cain
By Joseph Hergesheimer
7 May, 2020
Brief Extract: The room swam about him in a manner that had grown hatefully familiar; he swayed in his chair, and his hands were at once numb with cold and wet with perspiration. A sinking fear fastened on him, an inchoate dread that he fought bitter
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Brief Extract: The room swam about him in a manner that had grown hatefully familiar; he swayed in his chair, and his hands were at once numb with cold and wet with perspiration. A sinking fear fastened on him, an inchoate dread that he fought bitterly. It wasn't dead from which Alexander Hulings shuddered, but a crawling sensation that turned his knees to dust. He was a slight man, with narrow shoulders and close-swinging arms, but as rigidly erect as an iron bar; his mentality was like that too, and he particularly detested the variety of nerves that had settled on him. Less