TEN
Darkness had settled over Lovat by the time I made my way back to Doctor Inox's office. The pitch addict I had seen on my last visit still sat atop his pile of trash. A vague outline in the dim twilight glow of the overhead lamps.
It was good that I had returned. I owed the doc money and I paid my debts.
Collectors are serious business. Loans happen daily, and in a city like Lovat where millions upon millions live above and below one another in an ever-changing maze it's easy for a creditor to lose track of a debtor. For years, before the Society of Collectors was formed, banks would loan money and then never see their debtor again. As you can imagine, things spiraled out of control, banks quit loaning money, and Lovat was thrown into a serious economic depression.
From the rubble
