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"I'm at 6,900 words for the day, Shin. If I don't hit my quota, I get a migraine. Is that what you want? A celestial incident caused by a headache?"**
Shin is a Death Gatherer. His existence is defined by obsidian desks, silver-haired stoicism, and the holy, silent art of cataloging the dead. He has spent centuries weaving the memories of souls into scrolls with surgical precision. He doesn't do "distractions."
Then there's Lin Yi.
A human glitch who accidentally tripped into frequency **42-42-562**, Lin Yi is the only living person to ever crash a high-stakes Memory Harvest. Currently dangling from a spectral hook and rapidly turning the color of a tomato, Lin Yi is determined to do the one thing Shin's sanctuary forbids: **Talk.**
From the humidity of the afterlife to the property value of bad memories, Lin Yi won't shut up. Shin is one "um, actually" away from weaving a silence spell into the boy's vocal cords-but as the universe begins to ripple from Lin Yi's unauthorized presence, Shin realizes this talkative intruder might be more than just a statistical impossibility. He might be the only one who can stop the gears of time from grinding to a halt.
That is, if Shin doesn't kill him first.