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There are few things more precious to a person than that object which contains their soul. For a journalist, it would be their phone or laptop, wherever they compile all their investigations and research, their ideas and scoops. For a writer, it could be their notebook that was stuffed full of plot bunnies and started scenes, character descriptions and lands that no one could ever even attempt to decipher. For Hua Cheng, it was a worn cloth-bound sketchbook that was almost more brown than the red it had been when he’d found it discarded nearly two decades before.ORHua Cheng loses his sketchbook and Xie Lian finds it by accident.