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The hunter lay in deadly silence, waiting. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, but he remained motionless, eyes locked on his prey, anticipating a single moment of weakness. His heartbeat synced with nature—no faster, no slower. Then, the moment arrived—a swift movement, a piercing gaze, and in an instant, it was over. The hunter, a shadow in the darkness, vanished once more. 6 replies
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