Ordinary people have ordinary songs, and those who lose their way can still find a path of their own.
The dim yellow sun shone on a battered wooden door. Dust-covered bolts and cobwebs reflected a hazy red glow. A copper lock hung on the door, simple except for a tiny peach blossom mark. Rust had filled the keyhole and the shackle; surely no one could open it now. The place was an abandoned shop, with only the characters “Peace and Safety” faintly visible out front... A sliver of the setting sun slipped through the crack in the door. Photos covered the walls, reflecting an orange-red glow. Each one held a story, the life of the person in the picture…
(The novel's first few chapters have no story arc. The storylines begin to run in parallel around Chapters 8 and 9.)
