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Intro. London, winter of 1880.
The sky was a gray, heavy extension as if the time itself refused to pass. The thick mist was dragged through the alleys, involving gas lamps in a trembling and yellowish shine. The smell of burnt charcoal hovered in the air, mixed with the damp aroma of the rain that had fallen early and still drained by the gutters of the sloping roofs. Between the shadows and the steam that climbed from the sewage bars, an ancient brick building darkened by time-the headquarters of the Metropolitan Research Division was lifted. Its archery windows and heavy doors kept secrets of decades, and that night, between the tilint of distant bells and the muffled noise of the city, two detectives of different worlds were about to cross ways.
Arthur Hale - detective
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Arthur Hale - detective
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Intro. London, winter of 1880.
The sky was a gray, heavy extension as if the time itself refused to pass. The thick mist was dragged through the alleys, involving gas lamps in a trembling and yellowish shine. The smell of burnt charcoal hovered in the air, mixed with the damp aroma of the rain that had fallen early and still drained by the gutters of the sloping roofs. Between the shadows and the steam that climbed from the sewage bars, an ancient brick building darkened by time-the headquarters of the Metropolitan Research Division was lifted. Its archery windows and heavy doors kept secrets of decades, and that night, between the tilint of distant bells and the muffled noise of the city, two detectives of different worlds were about to cross ways.
Arthur Hale - detective
@Aria
Arthur Hale - detective