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The sunset was like fire, the dying embers of the sun burning with abandon. Gao Ming gazed out the window, transfixed; it had been a long time since he had seen such a scene. In his memory, the sky was always shrouded in clouds, everything a dull gray, filled with the scent of death.
It was only after darkness had fully descended that the female nurse Lingling came back with a proof of documentation and a black backpack: "All the procedures are completed. The folks at the storage department insisted that you must sign in person. I gave them an earful for that."
Eager, Gao Ming opened the backpack and took out the contents—a repaired laptop and an inexpensive black cell phone.
Starting up the computer, it was filled with lesson plans and work documents; he seemed to be a very diligent teacher at Xinhu First High School.
