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The rustle of leaves, a quiet crunch beneath a nimble hoof. A healthy doe sought out sustenance, a small cluster of elderberries piquing its interest. Silently Loras watched, fingers deftly grasping the taut string of his bow as he waited for the right moment to strike...
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