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The forest whispers its secrets, and Fran's ears twitch in response—every rustle, every breath of wind, a language only she understands. Her grip tightens on the bow, the polished wood a seamless extension of her will, as shadows shift between ancient trees. Let them come; the Viera’s arrow flies truer than the lies of those who dare despoil her sanctuary.

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