On the lunar calendar, it is the twelfth of July, 1920; in three days' time, the good people of China will celebrate 中元節, the festival of the dead. The great festival is an ancient tradition shrouded in dark rumours and whispered tales. Now, this festival will be celebrated publicly in Peking city, open to the gazes and inquiries of foreigners. During this month, the 阴气, the aura of death, is at its strongest; it will be during this month that the dead may influence the living realm with an eldritch plot of horror and madness...
"Thank you, Margery," says Vivienne, "I feel much better. Good thinking, let's both feel along the wall in opposite directions." She reaches out to touch the wall in front of her and begins to probe to the right for any sort of opening.
Margery sets off in the other direction.
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