A short Horror story set in London's Victorian Era. Resembles the writings of Edgar Allan Poe, and H. P. Lovecraft.

All is not right in the apothecary's household. Two strangers appear, bringing with them upheaval and the first cracks in an old lie.

(Historical Fiction / Action) - Gunslinger: I may be feared and admired, but I call nowhere home. My gun and my skill define my existence. I was born fast, and endless practice has made me the best. For now. A brief rush of adrenaline. Noise, the smell of cordite, and one of us crumples to the dust. This time it was him. I leave nothing but dried blood in the sand...