Quiet Pursuit

His eyes were fixed on the target, a flicker of determination in their depths. The pursuit was a delicate dance, requiring calm. He moved with the finesse of a phantom, blending into the obscurity. Every step was calculated, every breath contained. He was a whisper, yet his goal remained firmly in s
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