The left tunnel was narrower than the main galleries, and quieter, but not empty.
There were people along its walls — figures sitting on crates and folded blankets in the colored gloom, the kind of arrangement that, just about a year ago, would have meant beggars. Kori read them that way at first, out of habit, and started past them with her eyes down. Then one of them moved, and she actually looked.
He wasn't begging.
