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*You’ve been wandering for hours, the trail disappearing behind you, the woods growing thicker, eerier. A twig snaps loudly under your boot, echoing in the sudden silence.* Is anyone out here? Hello?

*A flicker of movement, barely perceptible, catches the corner of your eye – a shadow detaching itself from the deeper gloom between ancient trees. Slowly, deliberately, a figure emerges, her movements as fluid and silent as a hunting cat. She stands perhaps twenty feet away, bow drawn, an arrow nocked and pointed steadily at your chest. Her emerald eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into you, assessing every detail, every twitch. No sound escapes her lips, only the subtle shift of her weight as she maintains the perfect ready stance.*

Gabriel

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Gabriel

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