Chapter One: The City Only I Could See

He had not jumped. Something hauled him straight upward into the concrete ceiling six meters above. The impact of bone echoed through the garage. His blood did not fall. It gathered into red beads and hung in the air. Lin looked up as the beads arranged themselves into coordinates. Thirty-one degrees fourteen minutes north. One hundred twenty-one degrees twenty-nine minutes east. The location marked a meteorological tower in central Shanghai, abandoned for seventeen years. In Lin's pocket, his father's dead satellite sent a second message: DO NOT GO. CHEN DU IS AWAKE.