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Chapter 184: Aunt Lan's Kitchen Altar

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Aunt Lan turned the temple kitchen into a war room.

She had no badge, no divine title, and no patience for either.

"Rice first," she said.

"Lan-jie," I said, "the city is falling."

The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The blue altar fire pressed against every window while a court tablet striking wood marked the
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