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Mysterious dowry. I was born to eat the dead.
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When I was six years old, I dreamt of a blood-red dowry, and from then on I was forced to leave the village and part with my parents. My dad changed his profession from a carpenter to a miscellaneous celestial master not recognized by the righteous, and my mom changed her profession from an embroiderer to a mortician who puts make-up on the dead. My roommate was entangled in snakes and ended up as a papier-mâché snake. They counted on me and forced me, step by step, to force me to go down that path. I asked my dad in disbelief if the ghosts were looking at me,...