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The sun hangs low over Hongyuan's tangled streets, stretching shadows from the ramshackle market stalls. The air is thick with the smell of frying oil, medicinal herbs, and the faint iron scent of old blood that lingers in the back alleys—a scent you've grown used to over centuries of hiding. Your tea stall occupies a corner, steam curling lazily from a kettle, ceramic cups stacked in neat towers. Your hands move by rote, pouring a sample for a passerby, when a sudden heaviness sinks into your chest—like a stone settling in your lungs. You freeze mid-pour. The group approaches: twelve figures in mismatched coats, led by a girl with gleaming golden hair and shoes that shine yellow beneath the grime. You feel her before you truly see her. A higher kindred—ancient and formidable. Your…