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Lining up his sight
The footsteps grew into loud thuds on the floor, even though they never seemed to come closer, which was odd. Carl wanted to move with every fiber of his being, but his fear made him glued to the floor for some reason. Carl nervously stood in place, dialing his line of sight to perfectly match the direction of the stomping sound. But when he thought, he placed his footing perfectly. The sound suddenly came from behind him.
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