Subtle Pursuit

His glance were intent on the target, a flicker of determination in their depths. The pursuit was a measured game, requiring calm. He moved with the finesse of a phantom, vanishing within the shadows. Every step was precise, every breath contained. His presence was a whisper, yet his goal remained f
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