At the higher end of Ghost Street stands a small chess stall, where a lazy-looking plump woman sits year-round…
At the higher end of Ghost Street stands a small chess stall, where a lazy-looking plump woman sits year-round. She always eyes people up and down with a sideways glance, as if her eyes can see through the chessboard and into the hearts of those who approach... Ghost Street runs deep, hiding extraordinary people everywhere. I wonder what secrets this woman might be keeping?