Crooked Arrow:
The eagle once ruled our skies. And then, one day, he was struck down by the arrow. As he lay dying, the eagle could not understand why. The shaft of the arrow had been feathered by one of his own plumes. We often give our enemies the means to our own defeat. Look inside. Ask your heart. The truth may sleep, but it never dies.
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