Her Paper Dragon
“What is it?”
They were perched on a hilltop in the evening fog, five miles or so from the remains of Hengqin. Below, a curious collection of ramshackled buildings lay sprawled – trailing precariously toward to the sea. There were wooden stalls and stone houses; great, crumpled tents and odd tracks that seemed to circle in on themselves, leading nowhere. In the distance, the skeleton of an aged wheel with carriages lurked, reaching up from the fog as though in silent lament. The children were perplexed. Yet, there was little time for wonder. It was getting dark, and soon it would be darker still to see. They needed to find shelter. And fast.
