The Crossing at Yinzai

My grandfather guarded that paper effigy shop his whole life. After he died, I took over, and only then did I learn that what he was really guarding wasn't the shop. It was a door. Beneath the door was pinned a child who should have moved on thirty years ago—but had no name to go by. I gave him a name. From that day on, yellow light began to fall from the sky. Only I could see it. I don't know what it is. I only know that someone is keeping count for me. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Crossing at Yinzai — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠