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... air filled her lungs as she steadied the rifle, the weight of it familiar yet foreign in her hands. Each pull of the trigger echoed in the spacious hall. She took a deep breath, focusing on the distant target set against the far wall. Her fingers tightened around the grip, muscles tensing as she aligned the sights.
It felt like ages since she had held a gun, let alone aimed at something.
The click of the safety being disengaged was almost a whisper, but in the quiet of the range, ...
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