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For him, the sky is not a backdrop, but a territory. Every beat of the wings is an assertion, every silence a certainty. His gaze cuts through the air like a sharp blade. He does not search, he knows. Out there, something already exists beneath his talons. A straight, powerful, perfect trajectory. Nothing wavers, nothing shakes. The king of the sky has sighted his target correctly, as always.
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