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Outside the Mofu ancestral hall, the wind whipped snow flakes against the bluestone steps. A woman wearing linen and mourning was kneeling on the ice. Her clothes were thin and her hair was frosted. Her hands turned purple from the cold, blood oozed from her fingernails, and her knees had long since lost all feeling, but she still kept chanting over and over again: "The soup must be warm, not cold... The soup must be warm."