The Onlooker
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Old Wang walked along this road every afternoon. There was nothing special about this road, much like countless others in the city, lined with buildings of moderate height housing various shops. People came and went; traffic flowed endlessly. When the sun was out, the mottled shadows of the plane trees would dapple the sidewalk, giving him an illusion of peace. Today, the sun wasn't particularly bright. The sky was somewhat overcast, and a heavy humidity hung in the air, hinting at a possible rain.