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... ts upon which his Clan had been built, and yet it hardly looked the part taken all by itself. The Thunderbird had shown him a light projection of the thing before so Leon knew what he was looking at, but it still fell just a bit flat for him.
The Iron Needle was essentially exactly what the name implied: a simple sliver of iron about as long as Leon’s hand from the base of his wrist to the tip of his middle finger, without so much as a single scratch upon its surface.
However, ev ...
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