My grandfather left me a book called "Eighteen Taboos of Paper Effigy Making." The last page had been torn out. I added a nineteenth taboo: If someone recognizes the name, there's no need to dot the paper figure's eyes.
When I returned to Qingshi Hollow, the villagers warned me: If you hear someone call your name at night, don't answer. But nineteen names were carved into the wall of the well, and the nineteenth was mine…
