Chapter Five: The Space a Lie Leaves Behind

“Then start with colleagues,” Zhou replied, pain briefly crossing his face. “Relationships can be rebuilt. First, don't lose the city.” As they left, Su asked Ye whether the lost days chose their victims, or the Correctors did. Ye answered one truth: “A Corrector has always submitted the name.” His lips split open. Blood fell to the floor and spelled ZHOU JIBAI. At midnight, every door in the archive opened by itself. One voice spoke from behind them all: “Choose the person you will lose.” September 40 had begun.