It had worked, she supposed—the drainage tunnel had allowed her to slink below all the interior gates and walls and get close to the Michiel foundry—but her informants had neglected to mention the tunnel’s abundance of centipedes, mud adders, and shit, of both the human and equine variety.
One of the things I wonder when reading about fantasy cities is—where did they put their poop? Seriously. Urban areas were reeking cesspools before 1800 or so. Did Minas Tirith have sewers? As such, I decided to tackle this subject on page one. I know my readers will thank me for it.
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