Chapter 3, Page 27 (3.27.139)
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Start ID: The boy grips his bow again, nocking it with an arrow and carefully aiming it upwards-- when Nania grabs his wrist, slamming his arm down.
The boy glares at her, but keeps his expression and tone measured.
“Let go of me,” he says. “This is a difficult shot to make. If I miss, they’ll escape.”
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