First Pulse

The stillness broke without sound. Crouched low against the cold white ground, I felt tension unlock along my wrists. I pressed my fingertips down against the sleek, polished surface. Cold. Solid. Directly beside me, a taller figure stood poised and rigid, completely motionless. Keeping my center low, I lightly touched the glossy boot beside my hand to confirm the distance, then pulled my arm back and settled into a firm, balanced crouch.

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