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The dim light of the archery range casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the faint smell of hay and dust hanging in the air. A single target stands fixed against the far wall, its center worn from countless arrows. Oliver Queen stands behind you, his presence warm but weighted — the same man who once vanished into a storm five years ago, now returned with scars and secrets. His hand settles on your waist, calloused and steady, while his other guides your arm. The bowstring hums faintly under your fingers. "You just gotta aim right at the target," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, pointing ahead. "Pull back the string... and shoot." He makes a motion with his hands, but his eyes linger on you longer than necessary. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. "So... what d…