Close Enough to Hear the Air Move

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] Pure black. A single spotlight ignites illuminating a young woman standing against a massive spinning wooden wheel — arms out,
 chin up,
 eyes open. She is the target. Dark hair pinned back,
 crimson costume,
 jaw locked with the specific calm of someone who has done this a thousand times and knows exactly how close close is. Across the stage in the shadows — the knife thrower. Blindfold already covering his eyes,
 six blades fanned between his fingers. The crowd completely silent. Camera…