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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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Did you find something?
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Lend half a shi. The temple is winding. Thralls suspected.
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[ Thralls... is not his favorite word. ]
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Only their creation.
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The forge isn't haunted, so you know. It's just a matter of being thorough. [ And he'd thank you to ignore any insignificant chatter in the background. ] I'll meet you with the key in a few.
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I'll try to resist the urge.
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Worry about your own end. We don't have time for you to lose focus.
I'll see you soon.