Amelia stood at the firing range, her posture perfect, eyes locked on the target. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, hitting dead center. She barely flinched, her focus unwavering. Jacob watched from a distance, impressed but hesitant to approach.Taking a deep breath, he walked over, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in his chest. Nice shot. He said, his voice smooth but unsure.
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