The "Laundry" is Britain's super-secret company dedicated to holding the area from the supernatural horrors that threat it. Now Bob Howard, Laundry agent, needs to commute to the quiet English nation-state to accommodate a scourge of 1 of the worst horrors possible. For, because it seems, unicorns are genuine. they are additionally starving killers from past spacetime...
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