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... voice was a low murmur, a gentle whisper carried on the breeze from his perch high above. He took a slow, deliberate bite of a crisp apple, the sound of the crunch echoing in the sudden silence of the forest. Below him, a three-meter-tall tiger with sabre-like fangs and claws lay in wait, its golden eyes fixed on a rustling patch of bushes.
"Wait for your prey... and strike with one lethal attack. Never rush into a fight." He took another bite, the sweet juice a sharp contrast to the qu ...
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