No one goes near the place. It stands in the shadows...dark, crumbling, and forbidding. At night, smoke curls from beneath its doors, and an old man toils in secret.
“On the Wall Top
So high- so high on the wall we run,
The nearer the sky- why, the nearer the sun,
If you give me one penny, I’ll give you two,
For that’s the way good neighbours do.”