I could feel his anger loom over me like a dark cloud and it was then I knew I made the right choice.
My hands shook and my heart pounded.
I could hear my breathing and see the unkempt rage boiling and barely kept at bay.
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Looming Rage
I could feel his anger loom over me like a dark cloud and it was then I knew I made the right choice.
My hands shook and my heart pounded.
I could hear my breathing and see the unkempt rage boiling and barely kept at bay.