Stealthy Pursuit

His glance were fixed on the target, a flicker of grit in their depths. The pursuit was a delicate dance, requiring calm. He moved with the finesse of a phantom, vanishing within the obscurity. Every step was strategic, every breath held. His presence was a fleeting thought, yet his objective remain
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