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            Unsure at first of what had caught his attention, or whether it was only an involuntary sweep of the room, simply taking inventory of his domain, that had spawned a predatory reflex, the man’s brow furrowed and he leaned in closer to inspect the grey smudge on the wall. His feet were bare and in his hands he held a magazine that he had been flipping through the moment before. Instinctively they rolled the glossy pages tightly into a batting instrument, and he raised the weapon, targeting his prey.