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“All good,” I said, packing up my gear. “Just an old blockage. I’ll send you the invoice.”

I fed the camera snake down the drain first. The screen on my monitor flickered to life—a green-tinted tunnel of old terracotta pipe, cracked in places, with roots dangling like cobwebs. I pushed the camera forward. Ten feet. Twenty. Thirty. drain doctor wellington

I checked my monitor. The camera showed clear pipe all the way to the main. The little iron door was gone, smashed into splinters. Beyond it, the old well shaft was empty. Dry as a bone. As if nothing had ever been there. “All good,” I said, packing up my gear

“Drain Doctor Wellington,” I said, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder as I pulled a clean shirt over my head. “Leo speaking.” The screen on my monitor flickered to life—a

The voice on the other end was thin, clipped, and soaked in panic. “You have to come. It’s… it’s rising.”

“When did you last have the drains inspected?” I asked, kneeling down.