From the heavens, a shadow descends, a silent specter against the azure sky. With keen eyes, the eagle spots its prey, a small creature unaware of the impending doom. In a swift and graceful dive, the raptor plunges, its talons outstretched, aimed with deadly precision. A moment later, the prey is captured, a testament to the eagle's unrivaled hunting prowess.
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