inbox | eastbound

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lan wangji
missives | encounters

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So be it. Her blood will spill.

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Her death will be returned to its truth.

( which is, in essence, it's finality. )

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Will you regret?

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I try not to.

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Prevailing?

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As of yet, Lan Zhan. As of yet.

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How do I assist?

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Be here.

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Until you urge elsewise.

And again, after.

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( there is an aching clarity, the ring of crystal struck once carved, the distortion of beautiful, pure purpose, that is being known. )

Every day.