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Dear Brother,

In the cliff beside the Fall of Heaven, it is said an ancient warrior rests with a chatoyant gemstone on his breast. After the damn floods the relics and temples, he will return as the White Tiger. This morning from our boat, we witnessed a few of the remaining cliff coffins, as well as a new city. Yet a roiling bank of fog swirling down the valley, a portent of the warrior, sprung to life. I know it is your spirit, dear brother, giving me strength to press on.

Meimei