An emergency-room doctor is drawn into a plot set in motion five thousand years ago.
In his dreams, he sees the truth behind history: Nanjing, Tangshan, famine, floods. Every disaster is a node in a formation, and he is the only “Number Thirty-Seven” not written into the script.
The final line on the prophecy slate reads: The one without a divination lot will choose.
“In a hidden corner lies an ancient script, buried. A millennium of rehearsal will determine the master of this dream.
Do I... want to become one?
Can I... really become one?”
He thought about it all night.
Then he locked the power of the gods away in the deepest part of his dream.
