An Old Iron Nail
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An Old Iron Nail
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An Old Iron Nail


Enchanted creature cannot attack or leave the battlefield.
"Cut my flesh to ribbons that I might be free!" (Subject begins clawing at his skin) "I am the prisoner of my own foolishness! Let the crows come and let my flesh crumble like the apple whose ashes burn at my tongue!"

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