The Archer The longbow fits nicely into your palm. A weapon crafted by the finest men. It was meant to provide, here it is reaping those who are born-again. Your footsteps are silent on the crisp leaves, a talent I never got to truly appreciate. Your shrewd gaze swept the dawning forest, looking. No. You … Continue reading The Archer
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