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“That script is long dead. It's likely no one can read it anymore, save for the ghosts of the indigenous people themselves.”
Inside the Indigenous Victims Memorial Hall, a female guide dressed in black raised a small red flag, gesturing toward a massive concrete wall etched with peculiar symbols.
Only then did Chang Xu realize that the chaotic, otherworldly scrawls were, in fact, a form of writing.
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