Chapter 26: The Sprout and the City

The city swallowed them whole the way it always did—indifferent, hungry, and utterly disinterested in the small miracle they had left behind in a patch of cracked concrete. Fong Siu-Bak walked through the streets with his jacket gone, his belly empty, and something new growing in his chest. It was not a thing he could name. It was not a thing he could hold. But it was there, warm and insistent, li...