Chapter 26: The Temple of Hungry Ghosts

The Temple of Hungry Ghosts wasn't marked on any map. It sat wedged between a shuttered laundromat and a 24-hour mahjong parlor, its entrance a narrow stairwell that dove beneath the street. The sign above was a faded wooden plaque with a single character: emptiness. Leo read it twice, maybe three times, as the morning sun slanted through the gaps between buildings, painting the alley in stripes o...