The sun came up over Andong grey and tired, and the smoke rose up to meet it.
Spades was the one who went to the tent. Jin went with her, because somebody from Seoul had to stand there too, and because he didn't know what else to do with himself. The big tent on the hill was still standing, though one side of it had been torn open by the cannonball from the start of the night, and the canvas there flapped loose in the morning wind. Inside, nobody had slept. Families sat huddled together on the stands wrapped in festival blankets. Children were asleep across their parents' laps. Performers in torn costumes sat on the edge of the stage with their masks in their hands. Every head came up when the flap opened.
Spades stood in the middle of the ring with her cracked black mask under her arm and told them it was over.
