Five columns of gold light rose over the capital, notched rung by rung like ladders into the clouds. Hajin lay flat on a slum rooftop in the Drip Quarter, watching them pulse with the city's breathing.
"The King's map was right, one spire for each corner and one over the Colosseum," Aria said from his shoulder.
"Five ladders, one lid," he murmured.
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'He really did build a road to the sky. Shame about who has to walk on it.'
Below him the household stood in a ring around Old Pim's lantern, armed and wide awake. Granny Ladle was handing spare ladles to anybody who held still long enough to receive one.
"North is mine," Juna said, snapping her braid tight, "I can smell him from here."
"Brannok the stone giant, he has never lost a staring contest," Aria said.
