Coal Up the Greywater Stair
- Cheap passage
- Busier than the day
- Passage slackens
Haul the coal up, lads, the gift won’t wait, one stair, one bucket, one more step to the grate. Corin’s word is short and his coal is dry, hand over hand till the flame runs high. Pass it down the steps and don’t look back, the Lantern’s dying but the bellows don’t slack.