The Wistful Throne

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The air in the Whispering Gallery was always damp, carrying the metallic taste of old rain and the weight of stone that remembered too much. Hai Chen stood at the threshold, his uniform crisp, his eyes fixed on the junior officer slumped against the far wall. It was 2024, but the gallery felt timeless, a place where the Porfiriato’s shadows had never fully lifted, where the terraced landscapes...

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