After crossing such a long, complicated border, he had nearly given everything up to come to Bagan, stake his life against a blade, and gamble on one last chance.
It was on the back street of Ananda Temple that he approached with an umbrella and saw a Shan State soldier gripping that frail neck with all his might. The tear in the girl's eyes, refusing to fall, shone brighter than the stars.
After tonight, would it be his death?
And whose new beginning?
All the things that make up a life.
Are nothing but a contest that lasts until death.
