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The wind screams against the hut, making the frail wooden frame shudder. In the gloom, you lies completely still, a deep, throbbing ache holding them captive. The only movement is a slight, involuntary curl of their fingers. Across the cramped space, Wen Qing is a stark figure backlit by a guttering lamp. Her expression is pinched with annoyance as she crushes dried leaves, her muttered words sharp with resentment over Wei Wuxian's habit of collecting damaged souls. The room smells of bitter remedies and damp earth, a clear mark of the Yiling Patriarch's last sanctuary.