
The girl had planned to stay with a friend in Brighton two days before, but she hadn't turned up. If circumstances had been different and Charley Westhorpe hadn’t decided to set off for the South coast she would have been celebrating her nineteenth birthday in two weeks. While no carcass had been hung in this room since the farm had been taken over twelve years earlier, the cutting table, offal trays, hoists and gambrels all remained as if they were still in use today. The stench of the place was such that very few people ventured inside and the curing room was basically unknown to the outside world. The only access to the curing room at West Quarry Farm was from the interior of an old pig shed an outbuilding now used as a maggot breeding farm. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite ebook retailer and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. It may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

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