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“Jo's heart sank. Five fresh wolves against one doe, who was unaware of their presence, and two half-dead bucks on the other side of the clearing. Jo glanced at the Cloud Mountain archer. He wasn't moving. One buck, then. One buck. One bow. One quiver. Jo was the last archer.”

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