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- The horse reared up, almost bucking off the rider, as the twang of a bowstring sounded from the forest. Drew’s reactions were lightning fast—he swung his disfigured arm up, striking the boy’s chest and propelling him out of the saddle. The arrow whipped past, hitting a tree trunk behind and quivering where it struck. The boy landed with a crash, his steel breastplate ringing as the breath exploded from his lungs.
- B4 P4 C5
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