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Lord of the MysteriesBook One: Clown Chapter OneCrimson Pain. Such pain. His head—his head hurt so badly. The gaudy, whisper-riddled dream shattered in an instant. Deep in sleep, Zhou Mingrui felt a vicious throb tear through his skull, as though someone had brought a club down on him with all their strength. No—worse than that. It was more like something sharp had been driven into his temple and then stirred. Hiss… Half-conscious, Zhou Mingrui tried to roll over, tried to clutch…-
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Chapter 5: Dormitory 505 Even now, I cannot speak casually about my days at Luxi No. 2 High School in Hunan. I am even less able to talk about Dormitory 505. The moment I let my mind drift back there, a chill starts somewhere deep in my bones. Every detail of that room has stayed with me, cut so deeply into memory that time has done nothing to soften it. That dormitory building stood alone in a neglected corner of the campus, and whatever shadow lived inside it followed every girl who once slept…-
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Even now, I do not like to talk about what happened to me in Shenzhen three years ago. The thing I saw in that cheap little hotel has never really left me. It returns sometimes in the dead hours of the night, lodged behind my eyes like a stain that will not wash out. Since then, I have believed without embarrassment that there are things in this world for which science has no language. It was an unusually cold winter. I had just changed jobs, and the little money I had saved was almost gone, so I found…
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My friend’s father, Uncle Li, had been hauling freight over long distances for more than twenty years. The steering wheel of his truck was worn to a dull shine by his palms, and the glove box beside the passenger seat always held the same few things: a thermos, half a pack of cigarettes, and whatever small roadside odds and ends had accumulated there. Men who drive through the night know this better than anyone: the road has more strange stories than any service station has bowls of instant…
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After graduation, I moved to a strange city and tried to make a living. Money was tight, so I rented a single room in an old residential compound. The location was decent, the rent was cheap, and the only real problem was that the place was tiny. There was nowhere to put the dressing table except against the wall at the head of the bed, which meant the mirror faced the mattress directly. The day I moved in, my mother called to warn me. “A mirror facing the bed is unlucky,” she said. “The old…
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October 24, 2009 — Farewell The schoolbag had been washed so many times it had faded to almost nothing — a pale, shapeless thing hanging from Kuang Zhijun's shoulders as he stood in the doorway and grinned at his parents. He was thirteen years and ten days old. His cheeks still carried that particular softness boys lose without noticing, and he waved them off with the easy confidence of someone who had learned, long before he should have, how to manage on his own. Be careful in the city, he told…
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