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Artemis, sister – I believe that

you have become unskilled in your

huntress duty. Aha, you object?

Let us then make a bet.

Do you see that floating object

on the horizon? Yes, that vague

speck. My challenge to you is

to shoot it with only one arrow, and

if you do I shall

praise you as the greatest archer

in all of the heavens.

Do I see you scoff?

We shall see, yes we shall see.

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By Abigail

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