The Wistful Throne
Act I Guodong Liang wiped the grime from the Jade Lotus with a rag that had long since lost its color, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the stone’s resistance. The artifact, cracked down the middle like a dried riverbed, sat in the center of the sealed stone chamber, reflecting not his face but the hollowed eyes of the villagers who had starved last winter, a...
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