Here, there was a gathering of lower-rise blocks, four storeys high, along with a few rows of terraced houses.
“The houses were built for pensioners,” Rebus explained. “Something to do with keeping them within the community.”
“Nice dream, as Tom Yorke would say.”
That was Knoxland, all right: a nice dream. Plenty more like it elswhere in the city. Their architects would have been so proud of the scale drawings and cardboard models. Nobody ever set out to design a ghetto, after all.
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