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I hear the soft scratches across the floor. One whose game is to trick and fool. The smell of treachery is imbedded in my senses, as I set about, creeping across the old prison floor.
I am dauntless.
You cannot scare me,
traitor.
I whisper to myself, over and over:
The day of the turncoat is over. But I must focus. Mind on the hunt,
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This enemy,
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The iron doorframe bends under my capable,
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And yet�� The feeling of loss in my weary bones raises a frightening realisation. Soft and silent shadow,
you are no stranger!
My earlier suspicions confirmed I stare outraged into the emptiness.
No man walks unknown paths this night.
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