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“Yeah?”
Carla lowered a camera probe into the main trap. The screen flickered, then showed a nightmare: a solid plug of what looked like candle wax, but darker. Threaded through it were bones. Small ones. Chicken? No—too fine. commercial drainage company st albans
“You serve pigeon pie here?” she called out. Carla packed her gear with practiced calm
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