The town compost processing plant was located three miles outside the southern walls of Lower Haven-Hold.
It was a huge heavy-duty complex of twenty-four ball-shaped steel digester tanks, each sixty feet in width. It was wrapped in thick steam-heated heat padding blankets.
Above the central receiving hopper stood a heavy steel battery of four rotary macerator pumps.
Their hardened hard dark metal steel cutting teeth were driven by fifty-horsepower electric motors. It hummed with steady heavy-duty shaking.
A fleet of thirty steam-powered dump trucks stood lined up along the heavy concrete apron.
In the back of each flatbed lay massive, cut sections of the deep-sea tentacles, secured beneath heavy oilskin tarpaulins.
Giles Croft stood on the timber unloading platform, his hands resting on his wooden ruler.
Beside him, Mistress Rowena Mallow adjusted her canvas sun-hat, her sharp hazel eyes scanning the chemical assay sheets on her clipboard.
