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They say it’s lonely on the top, but this is not entirely true.

On rooftops, four iron workers show me how they solder the world together, jumping from staggering temple to staggering temple.

There’s the iron-pourer, the blacksmith, the welder, and the polisher, each waiting their turn. They leap: dangling from the edges of the world, climbing Death like a jungle gym, covered in soot.

They’re training me in stomach and flack, perfecting the craft.

Got to keep moving, cuz part of the crew: guts, brains, scars, rods and screws.