Aftershocks - Henry Cheung
It was a pair of old black leather shoes, with some dust and colorless liquid stained on the tips.
The sharp tinnitus tore at Asher Fujimaru's eardrums, like the intermittent interference from a poorly connected electronic device. It took her a few seconds to clearly see the purple suit trouser legs above the leather shoes, and it took her a few more seconds to clearly hear the sound of the metal stick rubbing against the ground.
She was lying on the ground, injured, her whole body ached, the smell of blood filled her nose, and the dull and stagnant air rolled between her heavy breaths.
The pain was like insects beginning to eat away at human flesh and blood, slowly growing out of the bone seams, and the thin and dense pieces were mixed together, forming an astonishing pain.
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