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The Five Hundred Judges
Author: Lukas Hagen
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A hush fell over the capital.

For the first time in four generations, the Jade Forum—normally a museum of imperial history—was reopened for judgment. Its five ascending rings of carved stone, each inscribed with the names of legendary adjudicators, flickered with awakened sigils. In the center, a dais had been raised—beneath the great statue of Yun Shen the First, the founder of the Eastern Realm.

This was where the Five Hundred Judges would gather.

Yunlei stood near the heart of the forum, eyes scanning the seats as delegates filed in—magistrates from mountain provinces, clan elders, wandering cultivators appointed as impartial voices, even retired monks from the Temple of the Celestial Bell.

At the far side, the Crimson Council sat cloaked in ceremonial red, their expressions ranging from unreadable to outright furious. Chancellor Li Wenji kept his gaze fixed on Yunlei like a hawk sizing up a wounded eagle.

“I thought there’d be more guards,” Zhao muttered at Yunlei’s side.

“There a
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