Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet No. 26 - Plot & Excerpts
His platform was suspended only a few dozen feet above the mass of human hair, plastic bags, shredded cardboard and other detritus. He squinted at a distant mountain of crushed cars, hoping that Benny was about to appear with his load of human corpses. He had been gone for five days; Aldram’s assistant could usually find suitable vessels in a few hours. Perhaps he was just being more discriminating with Lord Reva’s new body. The air was filled with a constant low thunder as lost objects winked out of the human world, materialized above the Dump, and fell. Man-sized flies filled the sky, darting down to catch fragile objects and bring them to the Recycling Tower, while giant spiders trawled the surface, looking for raw materials. Cliff faces on either side, perhaps a mile distant, marked the Dump’s border with the Other Realms. A line of wooden pallets was floating out of the Recycling Tower, carrying the recycled goods towards unmoving figures on cliff’s edge. Beyond, Aldram could barely make out the fairy cities, clusters of cloud-piercing towers whose glass shells caught the light like a prism.
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