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Chapter 242: The Mouse Watches the Wolves Play
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... cked. Those antenna hair strands drooped. Wilted. Like plants registering a pressure drop before a storm.
"Alright, Emi." I picked up a fresh arrow from the rack. Held it out to her. "Let’s finish what we started. One more shot."
She took the arrow. Fingers wrapped around the smooth wood.
"But this time, don’t look at the target."
Her head tilted. Confusion crossed her face. "Don’t look at the target? Then how will I hit it?"
She turned the arrow over in h ...
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