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... from tree to tree, hands and feet gliding with fluid precision. Every movement was smooth, rehearsed. Animal.
The golden flare behind him surged again. A crash of metal followed.
Whoever chased him wasn't just fast.
He was trained.
Leonhardt twisted midair and lashed a fresh line of webbing around a tree trunk, swinging wide and looping behind a cluster of thorns, vanishing into shadow.
He paused for half a second, breathing in through his nose. A familiar ...
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