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Past the grove of apple trees leading south toward the skeletal forest there is a trail of raven feathers if one has a discerning eye. At the end there is a blank parchment with an arrow embedded almost halfway into the tree making it almost futile to attempt to remove except by breaking the arrow. Holding the parchment to the light some dark red words finally appear briefly before disappearing forever.

I have eighty-five arrows, this time the price is double.

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