The Devil's Ringmaster
Chapter Three: By Hook or By Crook
A low droning from overhead. There’s something in the air. A hum, intense and menacing. Thomas glanced up into the dark blue sky. In the distance, off to his left, the faint outline of an electricity pylon To his extreme right, up above a scruff of wild land, the huge grey edifice of some industrial warehouse, which did not look entirely natural, or eve…
