VortexSniper & Nameless
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I’ve heard the old typewriter keys click like a long‑range trigger pull. Have you ever felt the rhythm of a shot waiting to be fired?
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The click of keys is a lull before the thunder, each tap a breath held, the next line a pulse waiting to strike.
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Sounds like a steady wind before the shot, calm and ready.
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A wind that curls around a quiet room, the paper trembling like a drumbeat before a quiet storm.
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It feels like the room is holding its breath, ready to fire when the moment is right.
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A breath held in the paper's crease, waiting for the paper to snap back into motion.