The buried court woke angry.Black tablets lifted from the walls and slammed into place around us, forming benches, rails, witness stands, and a judge's dais carved from the names of honest failures.No gold.No divine light.Only civic grief pressed into stone.[Buried Civic Court convened.][Jurisdiction: abuse of public trust, unlawful gate contracts, misuse of emergency authority.][Presiding authority contested.]Judge Xue stepped forward, robes snapping in the stale air."I submit Underworld Court recognition."The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the false shrines, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Shrine War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the st
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