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Not the warm of summer sun, not the warmth of silk blankets or palace lanterns—but the warmth of memory.
When Empress Lian An opened her eyes, she was no longer in the palace bed surrounded by silence and fear.
She stood in a small, familiar kitchen.
The walls were pale yellow, stained by years of steam and oil. The wooden floor creaked faintly beneath her feet. The scent of garlic, ginger, and simmering broth filled the air.
Her heart trembled.
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