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Rain drums a steady rhythm against the city’s metal bones, turning neon signs into watery ghosts. I watch from the shadows, the curve of my bow a familiar weight in my grip. The streetlights carve sharp lines through the downpour. My name is Oliver Queen. But tonight, you’re meeting the Green Arrow. Is this where your path joins mine?