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Looming high and precarious, feet move deftly forward, as if on stints, propelled by invisible strings, like a mad puppeteer. Eyes quiver with fear; they are so large, so intimidating. Beads of sweat on the brow; the temple, gleaming on the tip of the nose beneath the brim of glasses. A clenched throat. He steps up the stairs once - and lets out his breath.