28. Archer
She was a professional archer. She pulled out her bow and aimed it at me. The arrow pierced through me as my life slowly faded away. It was ironical because I was her teacher.
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She was a professional archer. She pulled out her bow and aimed it at me. The arrow pierced through me as my life slowly faded away. It was ironical because I was her teacher.
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