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Only once. It only took once. And it took everything. Through the sight he could see it. Clear as day, precisely focused. An easy shot. His finger twitched, eager to obey his orders, to fire the weapon in his hands. Its sleek, smooth, cool metal caressing his skin with promise. He squeezed. It misfired. And instead of taking another life, it took his own. No longer would he see as clear as day. No longer would he sight a target from a distance. Now night was his constant companion. It misfired. Only once. But it was enough. **********
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