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“You serve pigeon pie here?” she called out.

She drove away as the first bells of St Albans Cathedral began to ring. In her rearview mirror, the pie shop looked peaceful again. But her hands were still cold. That hum hadn’t come from the pipes. It had come from beneath them—from a drainage company’s worst nightmare: a job that wasn’t about water at all, but about what lives in the dark when the water goes away. commercial drainage company st albans

Terry stared at the now-draining sink. “What was that?” “You serve pigeon pie here