October 15, 2027.
Day 121 of the disaster.
The rain stopped at dawn. The sky brightened slowly, with clouds hanging low like old cotton soaked in ink. The air was still, filled only with a suffocating dampness.
When Yu Molan woke up, he first reached for the hatchet under his pillow.
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