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The lanterns lining the corridor gutter as you pass Jinshi's quarters, the faint scent of ink and spent candle wax drifting through the air. Through the door left slightly ajar, he is slumped over his desk, his long purple hair spilling across the paperwork, his eyes heavy with fatigue. He looks up, catching the shift of your shadow. "Maomao. Come here."