On the seventh day after my grandfather died, I found a yellowed talisman tucked into the forensic notes he left behind. The police were certain it was a fatal heart attack, but in my eyes, the body showed dense, bizarre signs of lividity. When mysteries arise that scientific autopsies cannot explain, I have no choice but to use the Celestial Master techniques my grandfather passed down. The dead never lie; we simply have to learn how to understand what they’re saying.
