“Thank the Gods you got here quickly. He was under the pile of wood, a dirty little thief who had stolen my purse. He…” The voice of the man was cut off by a slicing sound, similar to a butcher cleaving meat. A low groaning was all that followed, and then Ju saw blood begin to drip into the hole, flowing with increasing volume. It was all too clear what had happened. The man had sentenced himself to death by naivety. His lack of knowledge had killed him for being a busybody and a liar. Ju did not know whether to feel sorry or feel vindicated. He did know that his time here was limited, and looked toward the other light. As he did so, the rubble that blocked most of the hole began to shift where somebody attempted to move it. Ju started away from the hole, staying to one side of the tunnel
