The teahouse is ninety-nine stories high, each story larger than the last, and where the first floor can hold maybe two hundred cultivators the last is so large it cannot be seen.

  On the first floor during cold winters warming fires are built from scraps chopped from the bare wooden floor.

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  On the second floor there are tables and chairs of old cracked plastic.

  On the third floor there are braziers made from repurposed oil drums.

  On the seventh floor -- oak!