I sat bolt upright in bed. Where were my curved daggers? My boot knife – my boots? My knife that I kept… oh. Oh. Quite a few weapons of various types lay neatly arranged on a bedside table, and my beloved bow leaned, thoughtfully unstrung, against the wall.
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