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ittle one loves to hear stories.Lin Meng pondered for a moment, mentally replaying the story in her mind before she began to tell it slowly. Her voice was soft, like the gentle gurgling of mountain st...o a sanatorium in the suburbs. Her nerves buzzed erratically, throbbing behind her eyes with each beat of her pulse. A dull ache pulsed through her head.Her growling stomach tightened, reminding her o...