Dank. Dark. Shit. This is not all that there is to be found in the winding tunnels of raw sewage pumping beneath the busy streets of London. There was Joffrey Middleton, a man who was unfortunate enough to be born as a tosher in Victorian London. This meant that he made his living underneath the feet of wealthier men, rummaging through filth for disregarded valuables, dodging toxic clouds of noxious gas, and warring with oversized rats. This would be enough to sap the spirit of any man, but Joffrey had more woes still. His brewing baby boy and doting wife both had empty bellies and expected Joffrey to provide. But how much is a man willing to risk to provide for his family? How far down can the sewers take him? And who shall he meet when he finds the bottom?

Clay can take many forms, but can it take a life? Kurt may be a great sculptor but he still has much to learn. When given the chance to train under his childhood idol, he leaps at the opportunity. They say to never meet your heroes, but this is easier said than done. The famous artist hasn't been seen in years and seems as if he's hiding something. Will Kurt be able to learn from the reclusive old master or will the craft of clay and paint overtake him forever?