Lowbrow Fiction: Volume One

Read it for the jade thumb ring.

Read it for the ceramics 🤐. No dumbed-down characters, no power fantasy, strong logic.

Too many parts had to be toned down.

Li Wei’s ceramics studio reeks of formaldehyde.

The neighbors often hear the soft rasp of him polishing porcelain late at night, but they don’t know he’s staring at a severed finger soaking in a jar.

Those fingers once belonged to young women who walked alone on rainy nights. They disappeared into the traps Li Wei had carefully set.