VictorVogel

The rain had been falling since late afternoon, turning the narrow streets into ribbons of reflected neon. By the time I reached the old apartment, Hong Kong was already glowing outside the windows.She opened the door without saying much.There was something deliberately calm about her. Dark hair, simple black dress, bare feet on the wooden floor. She looked at me for a few seconds, then stepped aside and let me enter.I noticed the bundle of thin bamboo canes resting against the wall.“So that's …

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