Bundled in bed and facing one another across the sheets, Wei Wuxian feels pleasantly conspiratorial, as he often had when he and Jiang Cheng were young. "Master Ye knows a little," he says. "I made no mention of that wretched seal. He managed to tame the darkness within him, but first he had to become a spirit. It's not so different from my own tale, is it?"
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