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Ongoing, First published Oct 11, 2020
London - a special city with unique buildings and sights, friendly people and an indescribable atmosphere.
But have you ever thought about what happens offside the city that we know, what mysteries there are, what curel and scary things are about to happen in the narrow alleys of London? Perhaps in the night, perhaps in broad daylight?
A little girl will find out sooner than she would like to. And with that she step by step is going to reveal her true, incredible past, present and future.
Just she doesn't know that time she won't need to worry about her future as there probably will be non anymore...
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Lara Westwood, a young adult, follows her abusive boyfriend into the great city of London in the hopes of finding a new beginning. When her relationship spirals, she becomes desperate to find an escape. Can the great detective Sherlock Holmes save her? *** "So, tell me about you," Sherlock says, his words interrupting the silence that has fallen between us. We both now stand together on the bank of the River Thames watching the sunrise across the horizon. It looks so beautiful as it spills like a pot of liquid gold into the clouds, eradicating the night's darkness. "I'm afraid none of my stories can compete with yours," I shrug, feeling my cheeks blush with embarrassment. "Who are you? Where did you come from? How did you get here?" He rephrases. I hesitate for a moment and turn towards the sun, allowing its warm rays to kiss my cold skin, as I debate whether I should be honest with him or not. At last, I let out a deep exhale and decide to tell him the truth. ***