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She could vaguely make out a crane carving on the needle box. The box looked as though it had been rusting for years, like an antique just dug out of the ground, its surface mottled and worn. Ruan Su picked it up, brushed off the dust, and opened it. Inside were about nine long needles, each as thick as a finger. She examined them closely. Time had left them rusted and blotched