The Wistful Throne
Act I Hua Gao stood before the Emperor, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer weight of the silence in the hall. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood, a scent that had seeped into the plaster of the palace over centuries. He demanded the return of the shattered Jade Crown, a piece of history that the court had declared his sabotage. The prejudice against him was thick; they...
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