Chapter 48: The Door of One Word

The leaf was warm in Siu-Bak's pocket, like a coal that had been burning for a thousand years and had only now found a bed. He walked through the temple's dim hall with Mei-Ling at his side, Scratcher padding ahead as if he owned the place—which, given the cat's opinion of the universe, he probably did. The beams of light through the broken roof were thick with dust, and each step stirred them int...