[the Sanguine Station, yes. he recalls it. already he is methodically gathering up some supplies and tucking them quickly but efficiently into his qiankun bag: talismans, his guqin, the dwindling supply of cinnabar which accompanied him to Trench, among others.]
May I come see the harp for myself, Mike-xiansheng?
[it's as good an excuse as any to come check on his friend in person, and to assess whether his room is now host to resentful energy or some other malevolent force.]
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May I come see the harp for myself, Mike-xiansheng?
[it's as good an excuse as any to come check on his friend in person, and to assess whether his room is now host to resentful energy or some other malevolent force.]