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Doesn't say what kind, or how it was being transported.
Was it a pistol tucked in his waistband? Part of it sticking out of a bag? Slung on his back? What?
There's nothing I hate more than an article leaving you with more questions than answers.
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"War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Numenor, and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise." - J.R.R. Tolkien
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