Chapter 784 Memory, Clay, and the Cost of Truth

• Ezekiel’s fingertip traced the rim of his glass. “Hubert, don’t you think those figurines are more like containers for memory? They carry the mark of their time, yet they’re frozen at a single moment.”
• “Well said, Axel.” Professor Hubert’s smile held quiet praise. “But have you ever wondered why the First Emperor built so many different figurines?”
• Historians have long broken it down: the terracotta army was the product of politics, military power, religion, and funerary rites braided together.