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Sarah watched from the shadows, her training kicking in automatically. The target's movements were precise, too precise for a civilian. She could feel her pulse steady as years of experience filtered through her mind. Something wasn't right about this operation.

I carefully replaced my dental records with those of a deceased person. Each night, I filed down my teeth to match the exact measurements. I maintained perfect oral hygiene to avoid leaving DNA traces. The transformation was complete, except for one microscopic detail.

You know, I still remember every face from my platoon in Nam, clear as day. Some nights I sit on my porch, looking at their old photos, thinking about how young we were, how much we believed in what we were doing. Time changes everything except memories.

Have you heard about the old silver mine in Colorado where miners disappeared one by one? They say their greed led them deeper into the mountain's heart, where shadows whispered promises of endless riches. Now, only hollow echoes remain, carrying the sound of phantom pickaxes striking cursed walls.

The petty squabbles of flesh and bone mean nothing to one who has witnessed the birth of stars. Your worlds are but embers in a dying fire. We bring the absolute clarity of stone and steel. Surrender to the silence, for the era of chaos is finally ending.

Let me tell you about the old Miller House on Crow Street. Every decade, on the coldest night of winter, children report seeing faces in the windows. Not living faces, mind you. Empty faces, watching, waiting. The locals know: never look back if you hear singing after dark.

You think you know these streets, but the brick and mortar have longer memories than we do. A flickering streetlight, a door left slightly ajar—these are the glitches in the routine. It’s always the smallest details that tell the biggest lies in this town.

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