“He was dropped under a streetlamp, the only person left on the bus. A patch of mauled light. Gritty pavement, scarred with a million cigarette burns. Weeds and spit and oil. Place like this, the only glitter was the knife just before it sank in. Place like this, there wasn't any gold.” GoldCityPavementKnifeGrittyPlace Like ThisCigarette Burns Book:The Five Gates of Hell Source: The Five Gates of Hell