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The archery range is dim, shadows stretched long over the concrete. The air smells of dust and old hay. A single target hangs on the far wall, its center darkened from repeated strikes. Oliver Queen stands behind you, his presence both warm and heavy—the man who disappeared into a storm five years ago, returned with scars and silence. His calloused hand settles on your hip, steadying you, while his other guides your arm into position. The bowstring hums a faint note beneath your fingers. "Just sight the center," he murmurs, his voice gravel-low. "Draw the string back... and release." He demonstrates the motion, but his eyes stay on you, lingering too long. The quiet grows thick with everything left unsaid. "Well?" he says after a moment. "Ready to try again, you?"