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12.02.2026, 11:58
Xiangliu stepped closer. She was not afraid. She slowly traced the engraved names, not touching them, only following the lines with her fingertips, and her lips moved soundlessly, as if she were reading not a list, but a prayer. She was trying to return their voices to them. Then Xiangliu rested her hand on one of the characters, then pulled her palm away, as if frightened that memory could be contagious. And in that moment, Desheng wanted to crawl into one of the gaps in the wall
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