She didn't know if the hole was a ghost, a god, or just a lonely person on the other side of a wall.
She reached into her pocket. No coin. Just a crumpled receipt and a dried-out pen.
She pressed the plate.
She pushed the pen through the hole.
Xia hesitated. "Last Dollar."
Xia thought of her spreadsheet. Her empty apartment. The phone that never rang.
She didn't know if the hole was a ghost, a god, or just a lonely person on the other side of a wall.
She reached into her pocket. No coin. Just a crumpled receipt and a dried-out pen. gloryhole xia
She pressed the plate.
She pushed the pen through the hole.
Xia hesitated. "Last Dollar."
Xia thought of her spreadsheet. Her empty apartment. The phone that never rang. She didn't know if the hole was a
