W. S. Sandum

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The individual in question had no discernible features to speak of, making them almost invisible in a crowded room. Their presence was felt more through subtle changes in air pressure than anything else. It was as if they were a whispered secret, barely audible over the din of everyday life. They moved with an ease that belied their non-existent physical form, gliding across the floor like a ghost on a summer breeze.