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... rustling softly against the night breeze. No flashlight. No tech-lights. Just the silver gleam of the full moon overhead and her own razor-sharp eyes, piercing the dark with ease.
She didn't hurry. She didn't stumble. She didn't fear the beasts lurking in the shadows. Why would she?
Out here, she was the predator.
Every so often a distant animal cry echoed... an owl, a night beast on the prowl. But nothing, and i repeat nothing, dared step into her path. Even the trees s ...
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