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    At sixteen Wei Wuxian is—through some strange twist of fate, or a nick in the layer between parallel universes, who knows—out of the blue confronted with that one incense burner dream one night.

    While his curious mind is left unable to stop poking at this new perspective on Lan Wangji, circumstances in the Cloud Recesses begin to change and Wei Wuxian is suddenly presented with life-altering opportunities.

    Maybe Gusu isn’t so bad after all?

    (Or alternatively: The fic where I get to give Wei Wuxian the academic scholarship he deserves while simultaneously getting him hitched early on.)

    This fic has a Spanish and a Portuguese translation! Please visit the links in the Notes of Chapter 1 to read!

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    Wei Ying is never summoned back into the body of Mo Xuanyu. Instead, it is 1500 years later, in modern Beijing, when Wei Ying’s spirit is finally called back. Lan Wangji, of the Gusu Lan Clan, named for the heroic figure of legend, is one of the few cultivators to still night hunt in a city that barely remembers the old ways.

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    "A family passed through here," the Patriarch stated. His sword appeared in his hand and he sheathed it at his hip. "It should be three dozen Wens. Where are they?"

    Lan Wangji felt his lips flatten, offended by the very notion of answering. Considering what he had just seen the Patriarch do to the Wens around them, Lan Wangji could only assume the worst of his intentions.

    Something flickered across the Yiling Patriarch's face. Then, oddly enough, he smiled. It was grim and understated, like a calm hand resting on a knife.

    "You won't tell me?" he asked. Lan Wangji didn't answer. "You didn't tell those nice Jins."

    Above an apprehensive curiosity as to what had happened to the Jins, Lan Wangji said, "Nor will I you."

    Those eyes flickered again, this time with surprise.

    "Oh dear," the Patriarch laughed softly, as if to himself. "What's your name?"

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    In the midst of fighting a losing war, Lan Wangji catches the special attention of the reclusive Yiling Patriarch. It's hard to say who is more indebted to whom.

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    In my imagination, they're playing your documentary again in Makeba Hall, like they do every year with the other historicals, and I’m looking up into the big holo display projected high over my head, larger than life in the self-same theater you used to attend with your favorite humans. At intermission the screen is empty, and dark in the space between stories. Did you ever guess how important yours would still be, a million hours after you lived it?
      
      
         You made history. All I can do is try to live up to it.
      
      
    Years after the Machine Intelligence Liberation Movement sweeps through the galaxy and changes everything for the constructs who fought for it, an art history student contemplates Murderbot's legacy, and tries to figure out what it means to live in the context of its history.

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    The first ping that came in was weak in a wobbly sort of way, like its sender wasn't fully out of the wormhole yet. The next was much clearer and sharper, and this one I bothered to return.

    Did you miss me? purred ART.

    No, I said. Get out of my system.

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