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the never-ending serenity of death. Even in death, she is a sight to behold, taking her name tag, William reads her
name: Blossom.
A figure leisurely strolls out of the bar, fleeing like mice, one by one, witnesses start disappearing from the scene.
“Blossom”, a name used to describe the never ending beauty of a new year, a new chapter in life. With that thought,
an overcoat man walks out, where he once walked in.
Inside the every demise, is the rebirth of a new era, as the darkness lurks, the light shines, every loss, has a new
gain, My name is William E. Fairbairn, and welcome to old Shanghai.