Chapter Five: A Stranger’s Relics

At that moment, the silver-haired woman’s voice came over the hotel speakers. “The third song has already begun.” He Chen went pale. “She isn’t sending you back.” Every washer drum began to turn. Black seawater filled their round windows. Behind each pane floated Tang Li’s colorless face. “She is singing a death that hasn’t happened yet,” He Chen said, “into the present.”