The Wistful Skyline
Act I "You’re late again, Jian Wang," the Chief Architect said, his voice flat as a level, cutting through the wind howling off the plateau wheat. I stood alone on the observation deck, the draft biting through my coat, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the desperate, instinctual need to secure the hidden integrity of the Grand Hall before the coronation. I had secretly sabotaged...
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