Deep in the ley lines beneath a city with a history spanning thirteen dynasties, memories weigh more heavily than stone. When the cherry blossoms at Qinglong Temple, the locust shadows at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and the mist over Qujiang Pool all become evidence, a “transplant” spanning many years is quietly carried out on a rainy night. What is being transplanted is scattered human tissue; what is being planted is the truth this city will never allow to be buried.
