The millennium-old stone steps of Lingyin Temple shimmered with a greenish light in the rain. I dragged Ziwei in a mad dash up the mountain, the engine roar of the Lincoln growing louder and closer behind us. Ziwei's Converse slipped three times, and when she almost tumbled over the edge of the cliff on the final stumble, I grabbed her broken bracelet and yanked her back.
"This bracelet..." she stared at the blue-glowing fracture. "Mother said it must never break..."
The temple gates suddenly swung open. An elderly monk in grey robes stood holding an oiled-paper umbrella. On his middle finger he wore a bizarre ring—resembling an ancient copper coin embedded in a circuit board.
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