The city had changed in the time it took Jin to cross three streets.
When he'd walked to the tent at sunset, Andong had been all lanterns and music and colored cloth. Now smoke was rising from somewhere near the river. A building on the corner ahead had a huge black hole torn through its upper floors, and broken glass glittered across the road beneath it like spilled sugar. People were running in every direction. Some of them were still wearing their masks, so all Jin could see as they rushed past him were tigers and cranes and grinning noblemen with their arms full of children.
BOOM.
Another cannonball came down somewhere behind him. He felt it through his feet before he heard it.
He kept running north.
