Mind Palace
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"Alrighty Miss. Tierney," Mrs. Hudson, the kind landlady, said. "Here are your keys and if you ever need to copy them, tell me before hand." She handed me the silver key with the distinctive 221c numbers pressed onto it. I smiled at the lady and pocketed the keys in my short, black, over-dress coat.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson. You will expect my pay for rent before the end of the month." I said, setting my suitcase in the hall outside of the locked door. Mrs. Hudson started to walk away but stopped as she seemed to remember something.
"By the way sweetie, if you hear violin playing, yelling, jumping, explosions, pounding, or gun shots coming from upstairs, don't think anything of it. Although, if it is too quite for too long then we should start to worry." The old lady smiled at me and turned around. I looked at her with probably the biggest confused expression anyone could muster. Gun shots? Explosions? What apartment did I move into? "Oh and one more thing," Mrs. Hudson poked her head from around the corner that led to her flat. "If you see random, confused people walking around, just direct them upstairs." She waved then disappeared around the corner. I just stood there shocked. God, why can't my life be normal?
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Lily's life has never been simple: after finding her boyfriend cheating on her, she moves to London from America but it all goes down hill form there. Shortly after moving she surprises herself by falling in love-twice! Now she is forced to make a decision:go with the worlds only consulting detective who can read anyone like an open book or go with the worlds only consulting criminal who brought all of England to its knees in record time?
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