Chapter 4: The Golden Pin and the Empty Bowl

The Central District at dawn was a cathedral of glass and greed, and Fong Siu-Bak walked through it like a stain that refused to wipe clean. He had a plan, of sorts—find the hungry, learn from them, maybe cadge a meal—but the city had a way of rearranging his intentions. The bakery smell had faded, replaced by the exhaust of idling buses and the sharp perfume of office women power-walking to their...