Chapter 46: The First Page

The library in his veins did not feel like knowledge. It felt like a stone lodged under his ribs, heavy and warm, and every time he breathed, it shifted, as if turning to a new page. Fong Siu-Bak walked through the streets of Macau with his hand pressed to his chest, half-expecting to feel ink bleeding through his skin. The neon signs reflected in the puddles like smeared calligraphy, and the city...