Author · 墨雨档案室·Chinese
The letter is too clean — too clean to look like something someone actually delivered.
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Opening scene
You open the letter in the Overwatch Council's snow courtyard. No incense ash, no breath of sleeves, none of the aged-paper smell an archive ought to leave — only a cipher seal so neat it is almost a provocation. Chen Pingping's wheelchair waits in the shadow of the eaves; Wan'er's banquet invitation has been pressed beneath the envelope. The snow keeps falling, and there is only one line of footprints.
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