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... emaining shards of ice from when he’d blown through the ice wraiths camping outside weeks earlier, and took a seat.
He needed the Iron Needle, he wasn’t leaving without it. He’d repeated that thought many times in the past few weeks, and it was as true now as it was every time it had run through his head. And yet, Tusk wasn’t going to let him through.
‘It’s not exactly in the wrong, is it?’ Leon thought. Here he was, in Tusk’s territory, attempting to break into Tusk’s own home. ...
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