Chapter 38: The Room of Buried Names

The dark swallowed him whole, and for a moment Siu-Bak was back in the tunnel under the city, the one where the Pale Mask had almost killed him. But this darkness was different. It was dry, dusty, and smelled of old paper and dried wood and something faintly metallic—like copper, or old blood. He stood still, letting his eyes adjust, and the Dragon Beggar's Art hummed in his chest, a low, steady n...