<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Grief on Evil Genius</title><link>https://www.evilgenius.blog/tags/grief/</link><description>Recent content in Grief on Evil Genius</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><copyright>© Evil Genius | In darkness, all things have spirit</copyright><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.evilgenius.blog/tags/grief/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Cricket | A Father's Bargain with the Insect World</title><link>https://www.evilgenius.blog/2025/07/the-cricket-a-fathers-bargain-with-the-insect-world/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.evilgenius.blog/2025/07/the-cricket-a-fathers-bargain-with-the-insect-world/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The magistrate&amp;rsquo;s men came for Cheng Ming on the third morning of the seventh month.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They found him in the ravine behind his village, up to his knees in cold stream water, sifting through mud with fingers that had long stopped feeling the cold. His bamboo cage hung empty at his side. Three weeks of searching, and the man had nothing to show but a wife who no longer met his eyes and a son who had learned to stop asking questions.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>