At the elite level, sport is run, funded and used as a reputation-garnish by the world’s greatest carbon-gorgersEdgar Allan Poe wrote a brilliantly sinister short story about a man who wakes up in the night and sees a shadow against the curtains that looks just like a knife‑wielding murderer come to kill him in his sleep. The twist: it really is a knife-wielding murderer come to kill him in his sleep.
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The murderer has a plan for this. He freezes, knowing his victim will convince himself he is simply looking at a shadow, that something this frightening can’t actually be happening, that your worst fears never really come true.