Nothing beats the season's first hunt, especially when it's overdue
I finally had time to grab the black case by its handle. I set it down on the table and, with anxious anticipation, unlatched the clasps.
Click, click, click.
With my right hand I lifted the lid, cautiously with the same care an archaeologist would use when opening a relic for the first time. There, still tucked away, was my bow.
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