The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old sweat. Bo Xu stood at the edge of the long table, his hands trembling as he clutched the small cloth bundle against his chest. Inside lay the shattered pieces of Yuen’s jade hairpin, cold and sharp against his fingers. The King, drunk on wine and power, did not even look up. He waved a hand, dismissing the man who had once been his favorite...

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