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Mei-Ling watched Silas and Hannah. Propped up on one of her lavish cushions, she looked like a queen surveying her subjects. The table before them was laid out with full tea service. She poured herself a cup. Silas and Hannah were required to stand by the door and wait. Slowly Mei-Ling finished tasting the tea and nodded to her attendant, who bowed and quickly left the room.
Eventually, she got around to speaking to Silas. “Were you successful?”
Silas stopped tapping his foot. “That all depends on what you do with the corpse on your roof.”
Mei-Ling showed mild surprise.
“This is the ghost’s body?”
“It’s not a coincidence.” Silas invited himself to a cushion and poured a cup of tea. “Looks like he was killed and stuffed in the box. Bury the bones, give him whatever rites you think appropriate, and the ghost should be satisfied.”[Read more…] about Black Days, Chapter 8: “Moonrise Over Marketland”