The Scholar-Tree Corpse

Synopsis

On a whim, I dragged my boyfriend to a bone-reading fortune-teller beneath an overpass. The old man felt his hand again and again, unable to explain what he found. My boyfriend called him a fraud and walked away. As I turned to follow, the fortune-teller seized my arm. “Young lady, your boyfriend’s bones… are eighty years old!” I dismissed him too. Until that night, when I caught my boyfriend in the bathroom changing… his dentures.

Table of contents

1. Chapter 12026-10-25
2. Chapter 22026-10-25
3. Chapter 32026-10-25
4. Chapter 42026-10-25