The Tea of Ton Laus

Ton Laus hid, behind ruined walls, into craters, making her slow, tense way to the heart of the mausoleum. Debris became fragments of walls, fragments became whole, and gradually the whole edifice grew to swallow her. She laid a hand on the walls around her, felt them thrum and pulse, and that pulse was also in her body. It was dizzying, unpleasant. She hadn't felt that way since she was a child. At the next intersection, there were children, a girl laboring to clean debris from the corridors, and another with thin wires sprouting from the back of her hands and going into the walls. Aon Nien