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The Hungry City: A Kowloon Horror Story Part 9: The Fall We climbed through

spaces half-memory, half-matter. Rooms flickering between existence and void.

The building shook as supports failed. We could hear demolition crews above—they were early,

or time had become meaningless down here. The City was guiding us,

opening paths that shouldn't exist, giving us its last gift. A doorway appeared

ahead, morning light streaming through. We burst onto street level just as the

sun broke over Hong Kong. 6:47 AM. Behind us, Kowloon Walled City

stood silent, almost peaceful. Then the charges detonated. Not with violence,