"Continuity," I said, "is repair."The court listened.So did the living line outside. So did the ghosts pressed against the rafters. So did my father, my aunt, Ava's fragment, Daniel's trapped soul, and whatever remained of my mother inside the laws she had broken to buy us time."My family failed," I said. "We opened doors we did not understand. We hid truth. We used bad law to slow worse hunger."The Corpse Groom smiled.I let him.The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In Qinghe and the Western Branch, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Court War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."And because of that, Qinghe Court carries debt. Not denial. Debt."
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