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Date Posted: 19:30:12 10/06/01 Sat
Author: Ayren
Subject: *Quietly*


*The woman rides in atop her mount, SunDown, and swiftly dismounts, fastening her mare's reins to the branch of a maple. From her saddle bag she pulls a flexible stick and paper parcel. She pulls a coiled bowstring from the parcel, and expertly ties it to one end of the stick. She then steps gingerly 'pon the bow, pulling the string tauntly to the other end of the stick and fastening it. She pulls a small quiver from the saddle, and from it she gets an arrow. Her eyes narrow in concentration, she steps forth, levels the bow, and releases. The arrow, as expected, strikes 'pon the heart of the target.


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