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As I rounded the bend the sentry spotted me at the same time that I spotted it, and we froze.
With our eyes locked, I couldn't help but wonder, which of us was the watcher and which of us was the watched?
But the only question that truly mattered was primal and not philosophical: which of us would strike first?
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