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( Dark and damp and Lan Wangji's pallor strained under moonlight. Behind him, flickers of broad, long temple columns — and the smoke smears of... ghosts, gathered. He seems short of breath, the silvered sheen of his sword half drawn from her scabbard, a spate of parchment papers littering the walls: active talismans. )
They have crowded their halls of the dead, to excess.
Here, the key withholds itself. Who hunts the other locations?
( And a pause, hesitant — whether to find his words or, absently, slap another talisman on the spirit that looms with a gaping maw behind him. ) Ke-Waihu stands safe?
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You let them get distracted?
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Great. Did you remind them of what happens if they get caught?
[ Background chatter gets closer again. Why can't he ever find a nice quiet spot to rage? ]
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[ Sympathy, he has none of it. ]
We need those keys, Wangji. Are they going to be a problem?
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No.
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Do you need me to handle it?
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You trust them?
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They'll live.
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Is that your main concern?
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