Quiet Pursuit

His gaze were locked on the target, a flicker of focus in their depths. The pursuit was a measured tracker game, requiring nerves of steel. He moved with the ease of a phantom, disappearing amidst the darkness. Every step was strategic, every breath restrained. His presence was a fleeting thought, y
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