Chapter 7

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DCI Judas Iscariot and Sergeant Lace of the Black Museum at Scotland Yard were covered in blood, and up to their knees in liquid refuse. The recent storms had given the sewer network beneath the capital a bit of a Spring clean, but the stench was still unbearable. Judas and Lace were truly thankful of the morticians Vaseline that b****y Nora, the Black Museum’s friendly pathologist had insisted that they smear beneath their nostrils before descending into London’s biggest toilet. Bobbing gently in the water just ahead of them both was the dead body of a troll. It was roughly 6 to 7 feet tall and not in the best shape. Trolls are normally bulky animals, flat-faced and hairy with short, stocky limbs. This one looked like it hadn’t had a square meal in weeks, and it had troll mange to boot. G

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