Wanderers and witches, beware;
I pulled out my Huntsman Bow to down a trophy stag just a quarter of an hour ago, as he looked like he belonged slung over my fire pit that evening. Upon drawing on the notched arrow, I immediately felt compelled to fire my shot, as never before - always would I...
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