Quiver...what's in yours?

Swift shaft, focused trajectory of mottled corrosions, dandelion vigor. Call this one "Experience."

Fletching, a soundless combustion of owl design. Regarded as "Sight."

Broadhead pierces muscle and marrow, claiming everything and nothing. It's name, "Nameless."

Crest proclaims both clan and anonymity, laundered hearts and filthy lucre of wind scoured alleys. Marked "Discretion."

Photo credit: Aram Dikiciyan

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