Khon La Lok [portable] [FAST]

“You lasted longer than most,” the woman said. “Seven worlds. Most people faint after three.”

“That’s Dad in a world where he never married Mum,” the older Mali whispered. “He’s a poet here. Very sad. Very famous.”

“You see the sign,” the woman said. Not a question.

She called her mother.

Mali wanted to approach, but a bell rang—the brass bell from the shop. The lavender sky cracked again, and she was yanked sideways.