Soul Whip 11: The Art of Soul Theft

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On the day the Gate of Ghosts opens, we long-haul truck drivers are not supposed to be on the road at night. But that night, I was driving alone on the road to the old cemetery. Halfway there, I stopped at a gas station. After filling my tank, the attendant seemed to have made a great effort before tremblingly saying to me: “Sir, why is your windshield covered in children’s handprints?” I shook my head at him. I knew it was not just the windshield. The whole body of my truck was already crawling with those handprints!