Chapter Three: Wuyin Street

She pressed Play. After static, a boy sang: “Bridge in mist, a door below; seven lanterns cast no glow…” Lin supplied the next line without meaning to. “If two shadows turn behind, close your eyes and count thirteen.” Xu stared at him. “That recording was never released.” Lin did not know how he knew it. Lacuna’s writing appeared across the tunnel wall, larger than ever before. [Please continue.] He sang the remaining lines. In the distance, advertising light boxes that had been dead for years lit one by one—not white, but dark red. The first, the second, until the seventh. A damp street entrance appeared in the sealed concrete wall between them. The arch bore three characters: WUYIN STREET. The sign wavered as though submerged.