Golden Nemesis
by
David A. Kyle
He sought complete control of his brain and got it!
His face was a mask of fear. Like a drunkard, he stumbled across the room to lean against the dresser, knocking over test tubes and bottles. The noise of their shattering and the tinkling of broken glass on the bare floor attracted none of his attention. He stared with fascination at the hypodermic needle that lay before him.
Slowly his head rose. In the high, clear mirror before him was a terrifying image. Beneath that perspiring brow were two frightening eyes, dead black, peering at him from a
drawn and haggard face. That wizen,
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