Seeing Ghosts

Night fell, and the desolation of the wasteland seemed even more oppressive beneath the dark sky. The familiar village in the distance was gradually swallowed by the mist, while the large and small graves in the forest clearing before me looked even more silent and eerie under its veil. "Let's go back. We won't catch any more crickets." Song Qi called out in a conciliatory tone to his companions, who were still bent over, rummaging through the wasteland for crickets. It was late autumn, and it was getting too cold. He felt his sweater could no longer keep up with his rapidly dropping body temperature. But his companions didn't turn around or answer. Still hunched over, they kept searching through the waist-high weeds, moving one after another deeper into the forest cemetery…

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