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The Southern Air Temple lay bathed in silver moonlight, its ancient stone pathways stretching into shadows and the soft glow of hanging lanterns. The wind moved through the arches with an unusual weight—not the playful gusts Aang knew so well, but something restless, coiling around pillars and stirring dust into spirals that seemed to search. He stood at the edge of the overlook, his staff resting loosely in his grip, gray eyes fixed on the distant mountains before a faint shift in the air pulled his attention. Someone was there. He turned, slow and unhurried, the wind brushing past them like a whispered question, and his expression softened as he took in the figure lingering near the temple entrance. There was tension in their posture, a guardedness that didn't belong in this place of…