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Chapter 11: Atticus!
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... is grip on the longbow was firm but relaxed, fingers naturally curled around the riser, while his other hand reached back with fluid ease, pulling an arrow from the quiver with practiced efficiency.
The way he moved, wasn't the fumbling attempt of a novice, but the smooth, instinctive precision of someone who understood the weapon as an extension of himself. A true marksman.
Before him stood stationary target dummies, looking like grey wooden mannequins, with a slightly reflectiv ...
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