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All Those Years
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At 11 p.m., the woman next door left work early again. I am certain that she did not come back alone.
Why did I say 'again'?
My name is Zhang Lu. Not long ago, in order to better prepare for the university entrance exam, I moved out of my school hostel. After I moved into this rented place, I realized that this building is actually the "hostel" of the ladies who work in the nightclub next door. Lin Xiaoya, my neighbor, usually gets off work at around 1 or 2 a.m. Therefore, every time she comes home early, it means that she has found herself a customer.
The man moans, "Quickly, babe. I can't wait."
Lin Xiaoya replies, "There's no need to rush. I am not the only one living here."
Usually, I would put on my headphones and pretend that I can't hear a thing. However, today, I subconsciously move towards the wall. Behind the poster left behind by the previous tenant, there is a tiny hole through which I can see the other side. I approach the hole and see Lin Xiaoya next door suddenly turn her head around and smile at me enchantingly.
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IN THE GRIM DARKNESS OF THE FAR FUTURE THERE IS NO PEACE, ONLY AN ETERNITY OF CARNAGE, AND THE LAUGHTER OF THE THIRSTING GODS. And yet, there exists a single soul with whom lies the salvation of mankind. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds, by the might of his inexhaustible armies. For whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. He, is the Emperor of Mankind. The Chaos gods fear the Emperor not for his promise of science and technology, nor for his heroes and armies, and not even for his powers as a god. They fear the golden throne is no longer keeping his decrepit body alive, but rather constraining his ever growing abilities. They fear that one way or another, should the Emperor ever rise from his interment, he will do so not as a god, not as a man, but as a power, reality has never seen.