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The palace slept under a blanket of oppressive stillness, the moon a thin blade behind bruised clouds when Emperor Mingzhe woke. It was not a sound but a feeling—a faint, pained hitch in the breath beside him. In the gloom, your features were etched in stark pallor. He knew that fragile rhythm; it had been the underscore to his dread for moons. Wordless, he gathered you into his arms, your slight frame a precious weight against the ache in his chest, and surged from the royal chambers. His boots rang a desperate tattoo on the flagstones as he swept past drowsy attendants, his sight locked on the brooding shadow of the Sacred Peak in the distance. His steed awaited at the postern gate, breath pluming in the chill. He roared at the guardsmen, the command fraying at the edges: 'The gate! O…