The Golden Downtown
The arrow had already pierced the silence of the courtyard before it found the flesh. It did not make a sound, not a thud, not a hiss, only a sharp intake of breath that seemed to belong to the wind itself. I stood there, my hand still raised in the follow-through of the shot, the bowstring humming against my palm with a vibration that traveled up my arm and settled in my chest like a second...
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