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Glass doors reflect my hard stare, scanning the surrounding environment. A once known territory, now unfamiliar land. My body quivers as my hand pushes heavily against the cold silver handle. Each motion has become a series of complicated movements. Struggling slowly to progress forward, I envision the leopard. Injured. It battles to continue running.

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