"Constable Shoe," said Constable Shoe, when the door to the bootmaker's factory was opened. "Homicide."
"You come 'bout Mr Sonky?" said the troll who'd opened the door. Warm damp air blew out into the street, smelling of incontinent cats and sulfur.
"I mean that I am a zombie," said Reg Shoe. "I find that telling people right away saves embarrassing misunderstandings later on. But coincidentally, yes, we've come about the Allegedly Deceased."
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