Others slay gods with swords and blades. I, Chen Yan, rely on repairing books...
Gods hide between the lines. Cinnabar seals them, and paperweights pin them down. Restore an ancient book, and the evil god within is banished!
The Book-Suppression Bureau cries, “Destroy books to rid the world of divine calamities!” Mount Guanwu condemns me: “Keeping gods alive is inviting disaster!” But the chipped paperweight in my sleeve bears my master’s final instructions and conceals the lingering spirit of an ancient god of letters.
