25.01.2026, 4:04
On the day Chen Wang closed the door of the old school behind him for the last time, he knew that the new blocks of Beijing would soon rise here, yet he would long remember this moment, just as one remembers the final dream before awakening. He understood even then that he would never return — not for lack of will, but for lack of anywhere to return to: the walls, steeped in voices and footsteps, would be razed, just as old houses are razed to make room for a future that holds no space for the past
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