The Wistful Crossroads

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Act I Ying Huang’s hands shook as he adjusted the ventilation grate, the metal cold and slick with condensation against his palms. He was forty-five, a senior archivist whose pension depended on the completion of the Silent Wing renovation report, a task that had consumed his last three years of service. The building groaned around him, a low, rhythmic thrum that vibrated through the...

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