Quiet Pursuit

His gaze were fixed on the target, a flicker of determination in their depths. The pursuit was a measured game, requiring patience. He moved with the ease of a phantom, blending into the shadows. Every step was strategic, every breath contained. He was a fleeting thought, yet his target remained fir
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