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Pearl Barley generally enjoyed the ups and downs of exorcism. Sure, the Deacon was a hard task master and some clients were less than grateful to be rid of possession. Take last week and Morgon, the 14-year-old wailer. A classic case of a teenager meddling in the occult without precautions, ignorantly releasing a screaming spirit from the Crimea, Suliman the Grubby. How was Pearl to know the stupid girl enjoyed emitting limb-ripping bellows? No one told her there was a music career in the offing. Mind you, Pearl understood why her mother wanted Suliman gone; after each utterance, her laundry was wet again, poor things utterly terrified.
However, there were cases that were less than satisfactory. Take yesterday and Crichton and his phantasm pigeons. Poor man, all he wanted was to race them; but it turned out some awful avian massacre had taken place where he had built his new loft and now the pigeons wouldn’t leave the security of the shelter. The old boy was at his wits end. ‘Can ye help us, lady? They says thems afeared.’
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