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VocationCommerce in London Below was conducted by barter, the exchange of goods and services. If you weren't a merchant, you needed to have a talent to trade on and, as Mr Croup always said, in the fickle world of business it was wise to have a skill that was in demand.

Croup and Vandemar were supremely adept at their chosen vocation.

Admittedly, methods of carrying out their profession had changed over the years, they liked a change as much as the next man, and there was always a call for men who could reliably turn live things into dead things.

Tags: fan fiction, fiction, horror, mr croup, mr vandemar, neverwhere

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