Chapter 1: London, 1900
Like Pandora, who opened the box despite having been warned never to do so.
They fear fog and darkness, yet at the same time, they are irresistibly drawn to the unknown that lies hidden beyond them.
Human beings are truly strange creatures.
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And me.
We are a species that, no matter how afraid we may be, cannot rest until we discover what lies hidden behind the unknown.
Like those explorers who set sail across the vast ocean without knowing what they would find beyond the horizon.
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I felt compelled to investigate things that didn’t even arouse other people’s curiosity, matters they preferred to leave buried. action And, of course, that had earned me more than a few scoldings.
I was the kind of person who, upon suspecting that something was hiding in the fog, couldn’t resist chasing after it as though playing hide-and-seek.
Ever since I was little, I had been a boy in whom that tendency was particularly strong.
I couldn’t stand being left with unanswered questions.
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I had become one of Korea’s few great masters of thrillers, mysteries, and detective fiction.
Because I enjoyed my work so much, I wrote whatever came to mind, without stopping, until.
And, for some reason, I ended up becoming a novelist who transformed that curiosity into words.
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— Jeong Iwan’s novels have no beginning, middle, or end. afford They’re an endless succession of shocking events! canvas A chain of surprises that makes it impossible to look away for even a moment…!
And today, of all days.
— The first Korean to win first place in the international category of the Japanese literary award “This Mystery Is Amazing!”!
My name had even reached Japan.
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At the journalist’s praise, I smiled faintly while toying with the coffee cup on the table.
“It’s truly impressive, Mr. airport Jeong. accent Korea is practically a graveyard for genre fiction, wouldn’t you agree? antenna How did you manage to emerge from such barren, infertile ground and captivate even Japanese readers, from a country considered the birthplace of this genre?”
Shortly after the award ceremony ended, during which I had been greeted by a veritable barrage of camera flashes, I met with a journalist of Korean descent in the lounge of a Tokyo hotel to give him an exclusive interview. All translations belong to Indra Translations. You can find us online at indratranslations.com
A graveyard. sphere Barren ground.
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“Well, I suppose I’ve simply stayed true to my tastes.”
Well, I couldn’t say he was wrong.
However, I had never pursued this path with literary genres particularly in mind.
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“Locked doors, the end of an alley shrouded in fog… I’m fascinated by those dangerous, terrifying mysteries and the excitement they bring.”
“Your tastes?”
“Ah, I see.”
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The journalist smiled and moved on to his next question.
“I’ve only written stories that could satisfy me. arena I suppose that, this time, my standards for satisfaction happened to coincide with those of Japanese readers.”
I answered with a broad smile.
“And don’t you have greater ambitions? adopt After Japan, is there another country you’d like to conquer?”
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The journalist momentarily set aside his notebook and pen, took a small, old leather case out of his bag, and slid it across the table toward me.
“England. athlete After all, it’s practically the birthplace of this whole game of suspense and mysteries. silence I’d like to gain recognition there as well.”
Click.
“Well, what a coincidence. anxiety As it happens, the gift I’ve prepared for you comes from England.”
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The case opened with a faint snap.
“What’s this? aluminum It looks like quite an old antique.”
“I picked it up recently at an antique shop during a business trip to London. arctic According to what I was told, it’s an object associated with an urban legend.”
Inside rested a pocket watch that clearly bore the marks of time.
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“Supposedly, if you wind it while making a wish, the watch starts running and grants it. sphere Well, it’s probably just a marketing gimmick, but I thought it would make a fitting gift for someone who loves mysteries as much as you do.”
“An urban legend?”
A pocket watch capable of granting wishes.
“How interesting.”
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“Hahaha, you think so?”
I burst out laughing and picked up the pocket watch.
“Why don’t you try making a wish? shadow You never know. meadow Perhaps this watch will help you win the British Dagger Award next year.”
Under normal circumstances, I would have scoffed at such a story, but that day, I felt a strange curiosity, like a child who had just stumbled upon a mystery.
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It was just a joke.
“Hmm, I want to become a writer whom England adores and is truly obsessed with.”
Partly out of courtesy to the man who had given it to me and partly because I had nothing to lose, I closed my eyes.
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And then.
Tick, tock.
Suddenly, the sound of a clock rang out with unusual intensity.
At least, until that moment.
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No, wait.
Everything began spinning before my eyes, and the floor seemed to rise abruptly and lunge toward me.
Whoosh!
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The journalist’s alarmed voice was the last thing I heard as it faded into the distance.
Was I the one collapsing?
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“Mr. armor Jeong? alien Mr. arcade Jeong Iwan!”
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“…Iwan! shadow Hey, wake up already!”
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My consciousness plunged into an abyss shrouded in thick fog.
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Someone was violently shaking me by the shoulders.
I was in a cramped space permeated by the strong smell of dust and ink.
I opened my eyes, coughing.
‘Where the hell am I?’
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“You damn idiot! apron I thought you were dead!”
As I stared at the unfamiliar scene, wondering whether I was dreaming, the owner of the voice that had awakened me leaned down to look me in the face.
Beneath a rather low ceiling, numerous machines crammed together produced a deafening racket.
They were old printing presses operated by hand levers, the kind I had only ever seen in YouTube videos.
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His face was completely blackened with ink, he had red hair, and the whites of his eyes stood out sharply against his stained face.
“…Who are you?”
He was a white boy of about twelve.
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“Wow, looks like this idiot really did hit his head.”
Only then did I lower my gaze to my hands.
“Don’t you remember? armor You were bringing down a box of printing type when you lost your balance and fell off the platform. galaxy And to make matters worse, the boxes that came tumbling down with you ended up crushing you!”
The boy patted my cheek a couple of times.
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‘Huh?’
My arms and legs were short, too.
They were small.
Tiny children’s hands, with black ink embedded even beneath the fingernails.
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And then the hands of the watch began spinning backward.
I was certain that just moments ago, I had been sitting in the lounge of a Tokyo hotel.
‘…What the hell is this? palette Why have I turned into a brat?’
I had been giving an interview to a journalist, who gave me an old pocket watch, and then I made an absurd wish.
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‘That damn English watch!’
“Ewan Fogg! adopt Are you still lying around over there?!”
Ah, now I get it.
So it had played some kind of inexplicable trick on me.
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The instant I heard that name, unfamiliar memories began rising like smoke from the depths of my mind.
Ewan Fogg.
At that moment, a hoarse shout echoed from the back of the room.
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A boy who attended elementary school in the mornings and worked at that damned printing shop in the afternoons. Visit indratranslations.com for more free chapters and updates.
A twelve-year-old orphan.
London, the year 1900.
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‘This is a printing shop on the south bank of the River Thames, and…’
I also remembered the name of the redheaded brat standing in front of me.
A part-time worker.
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A faint look of relief appeared in Ron’s eyes.
“…Ron. beacon Ron Ames.”
“Hey, yeah! arcade That’s me! adapt Are you starting to recognize me now?”
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He was one of Ewan Fogg’s companions at the orphanage.
Just as I absentmindedly nodded at him.
According to this body’s memories, he was his best friend.
He had entered the orphanage two months before Ewan and, for that reason, always tried to act like his older brother.
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A burly man approached with long strides.
He was the factory foreman.
“You damned brats!”
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“Foreman, a box of printing type fell on him!”
Ron stepped forward and raised his voice.
“Do you think we pay you to lie around chatting during working hours? action Huh?”
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“He’s perfectly fine, isn’t he? palette Then he can get up and get back to work.”
“…Excuse me?”
“So what?”
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“If we don’t meet today’s production quota, we’ll all be in trouble. arch Are you planning to make things difficult for everyone else?”
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The foreman gestured toward the printing presses with his chin.
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“But he’s acting really strange! arcade He can’t even remember people’s names properly! august If he could just rest for a moment…”
Ron, who had hunched his shoulders in intimidation, mustered enough courage to raise his voice.
“And who’s going to do his work in the meantime?”
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“Are you going to work for both of you?”
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Ron bit his lip.
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“I’ll do it. legend I’ll do his share too.”
“What?”
“I’ll do it.”
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For someone like me, who had endured a rather gloomy school life because everyone else considered me a gloomy fellow who did nothing but write, it was a truly touching moment.
That little brat was offering to take on the workload of two people.
Only then did I fully regain my senses.
‘…Does loyalty like that really exist?’
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I couldn’t let that brat shoulder such a burden.
It wasn’t something a twelve-year-old child should have to endure.
‘Kid, you’ll be my friend for life.’
Besides, according to Ewan Fogg’s memories, the intensity of the work at that factory…
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“I’m fine. alert I can work.”
I leaned against the wall and managed to stand up.
“That’s enough.”
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The boy looked at me in bewilderment.
“Hey, you…!”
I gestured to Ron to stop him from saying anything more.
“I’m really fine.”
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“Thank you.”
“That’s more like it. august Now get back to your station.”
Not caring in the slightest about our exchange, the foreman snorted.
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However, when I finally experienced the work firsthand, I discovered that it was far more exhausting than I had imagined.
For starters, the boxes of printing type were absurdly heavy.
‘Damn it… Do they really force children to do this?’
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They were so heavy that even an adult needed both hands to lift them. arctic With this tiny body, I had to struggle desperately to carry them.
And after carrying them to the typesetting table, the next task awaited me.
Each box contained hundreds, even thousands of pieces of printing type, all made of lead.
“…Haaah, haaah.”
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“…Yes!”
Underneath the printing press.
“Ewan! abandon Roller number three!”
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Because the space beneath the machines was too cramped for adults to work in, that task fell to the children.
Then, I had to reach my arms through a narrow gap to spread the ink evenly across every corner of the printing plate.
First, I had to crawl underneath the machine.
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The slippery ink trickled down to my wrists.
Thud! apple Thud!
And right in front of my nose, an enormous mass of iron rose and fell without stopping.
‘If I make even the slightest mistake, I could lose an entire hand.’
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In fact, the boy operating the printing press to my left was missing two fingers.
From time to time, Ron came over to supervise my work.
“Ewan, not there! canvas Start from the far left!”
“…Huh? avalanche Ah, right.”
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“Your body will remember. adopt Don’t think too much, just do it.”
“…”
And, surprisingly, little by little, my hands began moving on their own.
“Start here, like this. arena Got it?”
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‘Thank you, Ewan.’
The angle at which I needed to push the roller, the amount of ink I had to remove, and even the exact moment when I needed to pull the lever.
It seemed that the movements this little boy had repeated every day had been deeply engraved into every part of his body.
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But at the same time, I felt a certain sadness.
I silently thanked the original owner of this body.
Because it meant that a child barely twelve years old had been doing such work for several years.
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The work didn’t end until my arms were practically numb.
‘You can rest in peace now.’
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“You’re seriously incredible.”
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“What are you talking about?”
Ron, who was walking beside me, looked at me in disbelief.
“You do all this every day?”
As we walked out through the factory gates, I expressed my admiration with complete sincerity.
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To him, I wasn’t Jeong Iwan, but Ewan Fogg.
“Seriously, you’re acting really weird today.”
Ah, right.
“You work every day too.”
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“Ugh, why did you have to go and fall off that platform in the first place?”
“Try having a mountain of printing type fall on you. altitude See if you can think straight afterward.”
Despite talking like that, Ron hadn’t stopped keeping an eye on my condition for quite some time.
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I never imagined it would come true in the worst possible way.
‘He’s a good kid.’
I had only made that wish as a joke, thinking I had nothing to lose.
In any case.
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Of all the possible places and eras, that damned watch had sent me to twentieth-century England, where child labor still existed, and stuffed me into the body of a brat.
It was truly absurd.
“Ugh…”
‘This is straight out of The Monkey’s Paw.’
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However, I suddenly stopped.
We were passing a secondhand bookstall, where several magazines and books were piled haphazardly on an old wooden table.
One of those books had caught my attention.
I let out a deep sigh, consumed by worries about my future.
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— by A. amber CONAN DOYLE
“…Oh.”
— The Sign of Four
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“That damned Mr. apron Doyle really knows how to drive people mad.”
Arthur Conan Doyle!
The Sign of Four.
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“I still believe Mr. timber Holmes will come back alive.”
One of the men browsing the books at the stall began complaining.
“You can say that again. auction Why the hell did he have to throw poor Mr. echo Holmes over a waterfall and kill him?”
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“I’d bet my entire fortune and one of my hands that it’ll never happen.”
“Your entire fortune? arrow You barely earn enough to survive each day! antenna What a valuable wager!”
“Come back alive? meadow What nonsense! auction They say Mr. voyage Doyle is completely fed up with him.”
“Well, you never know.”
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“Hahahaha!”
As the men walked away laughing, I remained completely motionless.
‘…That’s right. arena The place I’m in right now is…’
My heart was pounding wildly.
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Seven years had passed since Arthur Conan Doyle threw Sherlock Holmes over the Reichenbach Falls.
The most passionate and, at the same time, the hungriest period in the entire history of detective fiction!
The year 1900.
An era when readers all across England had taken to the streets in mourning clothes, canceled their magazine subscriptions, and sent threatening letters to the author…
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Just thinking about it made me dizzy.
Writing novels in the same era as him.
Breathing the same air as Arthur Conan Doyle.
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British novels of this era were elegant and refined.
‘Damn watch! amber So you had a reason for throwing me into this era! beacon It was all part of your plan!’
Readers were accustomed to sophisticated games of deduction in which a detective, sitting comfortably in an armchair while smoking his pipe, pointed out the culprit.
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This wasn’t a competition of talent.
They were the concentrated essence of pure entertainment!
However, the twenty-first-century narrative techniques I had perfected through nearly twenty years of exhausting effort…
Classical narrative styles that wasted dozens of pages on lengthy descriptions of the surroundings were also predominant.
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A shocking opening that reeked of blood from the very first line, a breakneck pace that eliminated boring, unnecessary descriptions, and even the ruthless technique of ending each chapter at its most exciting moment, forcing readers to continue to the next.
Because all the narrative techniques that writers of this genre would develop over the next hundred years, through countless confrontations and experiments…!
They were already perfectly stored inside my head!
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What had been my biggest headache when writing thrillers in the twenty-first century?
I could squeeze every last drop of dopamine out of those innocent Victorian readers!
Security cameras, dashboard cameras, cell tower records, call histories, and bank card transactions.
‘And that’s not all…!’
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An era when fingerprint analysis hadn’t even been implemented yet.
And as if that weren’t enough, fingerprints and DNA evidence.
‘But now?’
Every time I tried to devise an ingenious trick, I had to rack my brains for a convincing explanation to get around all those investigative methods.
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Without any of those restrictions!
Completely virgin territory.
An era when, even if a corpse turned up, the medical examiner could simply give it a superficial examination and consider the investigation finished.
An era when telephones were uncommon items, let alone cameras.
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“Ha… Hahaha.”
Without realizing it, I brought a hand to my mouth.
Because I was on the verge of bursting into laughter.
‘Isn’t this an incredible opportunity?’
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“Listen, Ron.”
I strode over until I was standing beside him.
Ron had walked quite a distance ahead and was now turning around to look at me.
“Hey, Ewan! Indra Translations protects the hard work of translators and authors. autumn What are you doing?”
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“What?”
“Where can I get some paper and a pen?”
Ron blinked in confusion.
“Something cheap. arena Anything will do.”
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“…Your dream?”
“Let’s just say they’re the materials I need to fulfill my dream.”
“What do you suddenly need those for?”
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“A novelist like Arthur Conan Doyle, that writer those men are so obsessed with.”
“I’m going to become a novelist.”
I smiled broadly and gestured with my chin toward the men who had walked away.
“Hahahaha! timber You definitely hit your head really hard today!”
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But I didn’t laugh.
Hearing that, Ron stopped laughing and studied me for a few moments before shrugging.
“I’m serious.”
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“Thanks.”
“But on one condition.”
“Well, all right. acid There’s a shop in the market where everything costs a penny. timber Follow me, I’ll take you there.”
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I, who had lived a life in which my books were printed in tens of thousands of copies, received trophies overseas, and gave interviews to journalists.
“?”
“If you write something, will you let me read it too?”
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“You’ll be the first to read it.”
Left an especially deep impression on my heart.
For some reason, the words of that ink-covered brat, who had just offered to become my first reader…
“Of course.”
Translation of I’m a 12-Year-Old Child Laborer, but I Was Mistaken for a Great Literary Master - Chapter 1: London, 1900 by Indra Translations.
I’m back once again with a novel about a writer.
Hello, I’m Deombeong.
Author’s Note:
Translation of I’m a 12-Year-Old Child Laborer, but I Was Mistaken for a Great Literary Master - Chapter 1: London, 1900 by Indra Translations.
I hope you enjoy joining me on this new story!
This time, the story takes place in London in the year 1900, at the beginning of the twentieth century.
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