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... te, not a voice or even a sensation, but a certainty that grew with each passing moment.
He moved a short distance away, just far enough for privacy without causing alarm. Carefully, he unslung the bow from his back, holding it before him in the clear daylight for the first time.
The weapon was even more remarkable than he had initially realized. The wood, if it was wood at all, possessed a grain unlike any earthly tree, swirling patterns that seemed to shift subtly when not dire ...
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