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“Fine, Mrs. Albright,” he called back. “Just a… tricky obstruction.”

Frank pulled the trigger.

Frank lowered his inspection camera on a flexible rod. The screen flickered to life. For ten feet, nothing but damp brickwork and the occasional root tendril. Then the shaft opened into a wider chamber—an old Victorian interception tank, long since decommissioned. And in the centre of the chamber, sitting on a pile of silt like a queen on a throne, was a porcelain doll. drain unblocking swindon

It was “Danny Boy.”