Chapter 7: The Salted Ledger

The rain over Sham Shui Po was a mean, persistent drizzle that soaked through Siu-Bak's jacket within minutes. It found the gaps between the threads, the holes in his shoes, and settled into his bones like a tenant who refused to pay rent. He didn't mind. The cold was a familiar bedfellow, a nagging companion that kept him honest, and the Dragon Beggar's Art hummed a low, steady note in his chest,...