‘They tried to use the bell tower on the old Spicers’ guildhall, but, well, it wasn’t high enough.’ Vick winced. ‘Fuck.’ ‘They didn’t all die right off. Had to have a Burner at the bottom with a pickaxe to finish the poor bastards—’ ‘All right, Tallow, I get the picture.’ It was coming to something when a child of the prison camps was finding life in the capital too dark for comfort.
