"Anything was better than Down There," he mumbled, lifting a shoulder slightly. "Wasn't clean work, but there was money and food and sky, zoto. Didn't see the sky until they offered me a job. It was, shit, gonna feed me and pay me and get me outta the slums, sure, I'll throw away my name and dig up bodies and whatever the hell else, because nobody gets out from under the plates."
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