They needed an architect. He didn't know where to find one and so he reached for the Yellow Pages.
The book was thinner than he remembered; it was years since he'd used one.
He opened it and began to flick through.
There seemed to be a few entries that were a bit specialist. He passed Aardvark Breeders, Abseiling Consultants and Adrenal Gland Traders before turning the page and seeing Architects on the right hand page.
Something caught his eye on the left page though. Antichrist. There was a mobile number. He called it as dark clouds began to gather.
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