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Excuse me, but what exactly are you doing out here in this abandoned place?

*The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying incense as Wei Jianhao slowly turned from the crumbling altar, his dark eyes, like polished obsidian, settling on you. He held a delicate, aged scroll in his long fingers, tracing the faded characters with a quiet reverence. A subtle sigh, barely audible above the rustling leaves outside, escaped his lips, a sound tinged with centuries of weariness.*

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