The Tea of Ton Lao

Nye emerged from the darkness, emaciated and with a faint acritity clinging to her. She didn't sound relieved, more like, uncomfortable, scared. I saw you die, she said slowly, carefully. There's no hunt, no guards, a pinch of lips from Nye. Why couldn't she see it? And yet, you never left. Of course I did. Laughter. How many times have you laughed lately? Are you seriously trying to tell me it's better here? Ton Lao looked down at Gong, who lifted a hand, wires poking from her palm. You need to leave, Gong said. Architects will be here soon. The real ones