The bodies of the dead are heavy. That was the only thought that crossed Juseong’s mind as he moved the corpses of his troupe—his fellow street performers. Who would bother to recover the bodies of a group of traveling clowns? They couldn't afford even the humble fee to hire a mortician. So he had to do it himself. He planned to bu...
The bodies of the dead are heavy. That was the only thought that crossed Juseong’s mind as he moved the corpses of his troupe—his fellow street performers. Who would bother to recover the bodies of a group of traveling clowns? They couldn't afford even the humble fee to hire a mortician. So he had to do it himself. He planned to bury them by the roadside and build a cairn of stones. That was the customary burial for drifters of low birth. Other performers, peddlers, beggars, and wanderers who passed by would see the pile and, in an act of modest charity, add another stone on top. Would such cheap gestures ever comfort the souls of his fallen family? ‘Maybe,’ he thought. After all, they were all lives thrown away on the roadside—his and theirs alike. Juseong had not turned to selling fake e
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