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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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( WITH GETTING THE KEY. )
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[side burn @ jiang cheng]
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He... ( The deepest sigh. ) Expresses familiarity.
( This is possibly like explaining a foreign species. )
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[SIGH.]
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[leaving that one to the device translators to handle, bye]
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( He doesn't need to know what this means, to know Sizhui is too pure. )
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[please don't send the rude purple man]
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He will prevail upon his instincts.
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