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Death Rites I am not the least bit afraid of you hungry ghosts, Mow Fung says silently. Not because he doubts your existence, but because he has lived too long to deny it. Still, he will not let you see his fear. A part of him is always apprehensive, and it would be foolish not Read more
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Glenorchy Royal Let us regress a few weeks, before the scene at the homely Junction Hotel. Before the discovery of the headless body. Before any names were written down, even in a dog-eared notebook. The world barely notices such half-invisible men until a cause arises to record them – for all their swagger. This was Read more
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Autopsy at the Junction Hotel Sound of hooves and iron‑shod wheels on gravel reached the Junction Hotel door, a rare interruption in the sleepy settlement. Huish‑Huish brushed back her hair before going to answer the knock. A detective stood at the doorstep, one finger tapping lightly against his thigh. He was waiting for Mow Fung to Read more
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Mushanokoji Saneatsu’s novella The Innocent (1911) incorporates an anecdote that, at first glance, might seem eccentric. Chapter 7 offers a poignant portrait of Jibun’s uncle, prompted by the uncle’s cancer diagnosis and Jibun’s complex emotional response, including reflections on their relationship. Among a few stories expressing the uncle’s colorful character and past, Jibun tells how Read more
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Though railway convention would designate a train travelling from Horsham toward Melbourne as an up train, I have titled this chapter Down Train from Horsham intentionally. The descent invoked here is not geographical but tonal: a movement into rougher country, uncertain fortunes, and subterranean narrative currents. It is, in spirit, a passage downward. Down Train Read more
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